#she looks so pretty here i love the dress

[jybyls]

First time || Jinx

Masterlist

Request by anonymous here

Warnings: smut, soft sex, virgin!Jinx, virgin!reader, fingering (r receiving), not proofread, bad writing, and I think that's it.

Words: 1.9k

- 📜🎧🍂 -

"You're so pretty." Jinx mumbled against your neck as you put her hair behind her ear. You hummed, smiling down at her while her lips were travelling down your body. You shirt wad already on the floor, leaving you in sweatpants and a bra. On the other hand, Jinx was still fully dressed. Your hands made their way down her top, slowly caressing her back, which made her shiver under your gentle touch. You didn't want to rush or make her feel pressured to do anything, so you always made sure to keep your touch loving and comforting with her.

"Can I ?" You whispered as your fingers traced random shapes on her shirt. The simple question was enough to make her stomach do a flip. She was still getting used to being asked for consent or opinion on random things. She eventually nodded, "Yeah, you can. I mean, you're already shirtless. It's only fair that way, right, toots ?" She rambled. You could tell she was slightly nervous, so you didn't waste a second to reassure her, "This isn't about fairness. It's about you being comfortable with this, love." You tenderly explained, a hand on her cheek, softly caressing her reddened skin. She nodded again, slowly but surely understanding the situation. You kiss her nose to bring her attention back on you, "So ? What's your answer, baby ?" You murmured.

She suddenly kissed you and quickly pulled away, barely giving you any time to process what just happened, "The answer is yes." She said. Her lips inches away from yours. You nodded, letting your hands go underneath her top, unhurriedly taking it off. Her breath hitched at the cool air, hitting her now bare skin. You were mesmerised by the sight in front of you, your brain could barely think straight but you rapidly remembered who you had before you -a broken soul who needs constant reassurance- so you did your job, "You're stunning, Jinx. It's absolutely stunning." Your voice was full of adoration. The blue haired girl could only believe your words. A smile appeared on her face, and her eyes filled up with stars while looking into your fond ones. No words were spoken, but you both understood the other one's need and leaned into the most passionate kiss you've ever shared.

Your lips moved. I'm synchronisation as her tongue asks for entrance, which you gladly gave. Your tongues are now dancing with each other. The kiss was slow yet heated, hands roaming around every inch of your bodies like you guys were making sure to never forget what your partner's body looked like. The need and desire you were feeling towards one another was basically palpable, and you both definitely knew where this make-out session was going.

Her lips left yours, founding their place back on your neck as her hands went to your back to open your bra but nit before asking for permission that you happily gave. Her fingers quickly unhooked your bra without any problem. You gasped at her efficacy, which, of course, busted her ego. She smirked, taking your bra off to throw it somewhere in her room. Her eyes fell on your breasts, "Oh wow. Didn't know you were hiding all that under your clothes, baby." The rasp in her voice came out strongly, making you melt. Your cheeks reddened at her comment. It made you feel confident, but you couldn't help but ask, "You like it ?" You mumbled, feeling insecure. Jinx's eyes widened, "Like it ?! I love it ! You're gorgeous, toots. Wanna workship you, to be honest." The last past of her sentence came out as a whisper.

"Workship me ? Yeah, you can do that. Only if I get to workship you back ?" You smiled, and she nodded. Her lips found your neck again, going down to your cleavage. She took your time before going further and kissing between your breasts. You breathed heavily but tried to keep it steady. Jinx noticed your irregular breath, so she put her hand on where your heart was and helped you breathe more steadily. "You're safe. Don't worry, doll." She whispered, her lips making their way to your breast. She held your hand, interviewing your hands together when she kissed around your breast and then sucking on your nipple. You let out a soft moan of her name, which indicated her she was doing. She was proud and aroused at the same time. She could already tell this was her favourite sound. She gave attention to both your breasts, massaging the one she wasn't sucking on, eventually leaving small hickeys. You whimpered and moaned each time her lips touched your nipples, you couldn't get enough, and you wanted more of her.

"Jinx..." Your hips shyly jerked, she smirked, "Yes, toots ?" She answered while kissing your abdomen that contracted to the feeling of her lips. She didn't help your state when her hand left your breast to caress your side. You shivered under her touch, only then did you remember to answer her question. "Can we go further ?" You murmured, feeling slightly ashamed for some reasons. Jinx smiled up at you, "I'm ready to go further. Are you ?" You immediately nodded, and a 'yes' quickly left your mouth.

She pecked your lips, her hand leaving yours to undo your pants, your hands instinctively did the same with hers. Now both your pants are off, and your girlfriend didn't wait a second to love on your thighs, proudly smiling at the wet patch on your panties. She was glad you couldn't see how wet she was because she wanted to keep her pride, even if it wouldn't last long. She kissed your legs as you caressed her hair. Her mouth found your panties, looking up at you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable. And you weren't. You were getting impatient because of how painful the pool between in your panties felt.

She understood the message and took your panties off. Her breath hitched at the view of your bare pussy, "God... so pretty. You're absolutely perfect, my love." She praised, "Can I ?" You blushed at her words and nodded, "Yes, you can. Please." You begged and obviously Jinx gave in. She kissed your inner thighs then your clit, your body trembled, you moaned her name. "Feels good ?" She whispered. She was worried she wouldn't be able to make you feel good since she never done this before. "Yeah, you can keep going, darling." You panted, she nodded. She licked up your folds and kissed your clit again, you moaned and your legs shook. She couldn't get enough of your reaction so she kept going.

She sucked on your clit with precautions, her hand massaging your thigh, the other one back into yours, your hand never left her hair. "Should I put a finger in ?" She wondered, you hesitatingly nodded. You've only felt your own fingers inside of you so you were scared, however you wanted to take this step with your lover. "Yes, you should." You murmured, she came up to you to kiss your lips then sweetly smiled at you, "I'll try my best." She whispered, "I'm sure you'll do great." Your hands enveloped her face. You felt her finger going up your folds, leading you to tremble, she massaged your clit in circular motion as she slowly went in. Your walls felt tight our her finger, a gasp came out of your mouth to the feeling of her inside you, she didn't dare to move until you gave her the go and that didn't take long for you to give it to her.

She started moving her finger, she made sure to hit every spot inside of you, her eyes glued to yours not to miss any of yours reaction so she's know when she hit the that spot. She was steadily stirred, listening to your little moans and whimpered that made her ears go red. She felt herself getting wetter, but she brushed the thought away to focus on you and only you. Jinx's finger curled against your gummy walls it sent a shot of pleasure through your body, one that you've never felt before, your back arched with your mouth leaving a moan of her name. Her pupils went darker of lust. She wanted to give you more without overstepping your boundaries.

"Do, um, do you want me to add a finger ?" She unsurely asked, scared of your reaction. However, you were so lost in bliss that you couldn't even think straight. You eagerly nodded and only wanted to feel more of her. Jinx smiled and gently rubbed her other finger against your folds before entering your tight cunt. You moaned out loud, you've never felt so full in your entire but, gosh, it felt so good. "Jinx, fuck, you can go faster." You had a time forming a sentence but thankfully your girlfriend understood your will and obeyed. She went faster and it was so immediate you saw stars within the second.

"Like that, baby ?" She kissed your jaw, teasing you because she knew you liked what she was doing, and it was only busting her ego, "Yeah, keep going, love." You panted, your back arching when you felt her fingers curling, touching your g-spot. A lusty moan came out of your mouth as you felt the heat in your stomach getting stronger. Your walls tightened around Jinx's fingers, which made her groan. The whole time she tried to keep her noises down but she never succeeded, the sight fo you in such deep pleasure in front of her was too much for her to stay quiet, leaving small moans, sighs and whimpers. She took the time to praise you every now, and then when she felt your walls tightening around her, she understood you were close.

She caressed your tummy, "It's okay, toots, let go. Trust me." She gently whispered, her lips ghosting yours, keeping her mouvement steady so you'd get your release soon. And soon you got it. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you held into her arms, your body trembling in pleasure when your orgasm hit you. And it hit you like a train. You uncontrollably shook under her from your first orgasm given by someone else. It was so much more intense than all the orgasms you've had by yourself and you weren't complaining because, fuck did it feel good.

Jinx held you against her, kissing your head as she murmured sweet words into your ear until you calmed down. She was so incredibly proud that she made you come undone around her fingers. She couldn't live that moment down. She looked at you with so much love and care. Her pink eyes never looked so warm. Your reaction was impossibly endearing to her she wanted to see it again and again and again, but at the same time, she didn't want to overwhelm you. She was too lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear you talking.

"Jinx, baby ? Are you still with me ?" Your breath was irregular as you spoke, a small giggle leaving your mouth. Jinx shook her head to focus back on you, "Yeah, of course, I'm here, toots." And here she was, everything was so quiet, everything was always so quiet when you were here. No voices, no bad thoughts, nothing. Just you and her against the world. "Did you hear what I said, hun ?" You asked, your hand caressing her cheek, "Nah, your body distracted me." She answered with a cheeky tone that made you blush. You smiled and repeated yourself, "I said do you wanna go next ?" You whispered. She didn't know how to react because she didn't know if she wanted to go next. But she did. She agreed, letting you take care of her. She trusted you with her body.

The night was eventful but unbelievably romantic.

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A/n: Here's my Christmas gift for y'all :) Love you <33

[blueblossomrose]

Pleaseeeee I wanna see more on leona from the parent thing 🥺

Course! Here we go!

This post is part of the Twisted Parents Series.

Content: Post-canon, Leona being a tired dad, fem!afab!mc, fluffy.

Comments and reblogs are very welcome ♡

Being a father was never something that really crossed his mind. Dealing with Cheka, and his own childhood problems, made him skeptical about the idea.

MC kind of knew about it, but she was ready to tell him anyway.

Leona was surprised and at the same time not. He wouldn't verbalize about it, but after the wedding, his mind turned to children for the first time.

He wouldn't say it was a desire to have children, but more like a concept, imagination.

Well, now he didn't have to imagine anymore.

In the first few months, he's sounds neutral. He doesn't hate it, but he has confused mixed feelings about it.

He doesn't feel the huge appeal, and deep down that makes him angry and sad.

Because he knows he's probably not making you feel safe, because he knows he is behaving exactly like his own parents, ignorants of love.

He refuses to ask Farena anything at first, but it gets to a point where he's so upset that he ends up venting to him.

Farena was straightforward in pointing out that Leona doesn't need to force himself to be something he's not. That he doesn't need to doubt his own emotions because of other people's emotions.

And after this conversation, he goes to talk to MC. She, despite being slightly confused too, didn't crucify him for it. Leona continued to protect her with all his might throughout her pregnancy.

When MC's belly grows and he feels the first kick, his mental confusion worsened, conflicting feelings hitting each other, and even though he still seemed indifferent... there was something between and MC notice.

When he held the babies in his arms for the first time, however... his gaze, which had been different, changed completely.

He loved those children. There was no way he could hate them.

He was: "I'm not going to let anything bad happen to them."

And MC was: "I know 😊"

He is a tired father, as expected of him. Yet, he's doing well there.

One of the common scenes is him lying on your lap while you fold clothes or do some other activity, and your children on top of him, pulling his ears and tail while he sleeps.

When they are babies, Leona is ok to stay up with them while MC sleeps. He understands how tiring it is. Plus, he likes to feel important when he sees that the little ones fall asleep more easily when they are in his arms.

Many times you wake up with the babies on top of you because Leona put them in bed to sleep with you two.

As the babies grow, you notice more clearly how docile Leona is with his daughter.

As if anything Zuri asked for, Leona would give it to her.

He would play with her dolls wearing a pink dress if she asked.

Which honestly wouldn't be impossible for her to ask for. Zuri is very demanding.

Totally different from Zayne and Sekani. Zayne is calmer, really quiet. Sekani is a shy, very sweet boy, and slightly fearful...

Zayne enjoys playing board games even at a young age. Leona doesn't mind playing with him often. It's pretty funny when sometimes he ends up losing and looks at his 6 year old son like this: 🤨

He compliments Zayne anyway.

Sekani is undeniably more attached to his mother, since he is the type of child who likes to be pampered with affection and MC is always holding him in her arms.

But Leona also showers him with affection (in a more discreet way), so he enjoys being with his father as well. Leona makes him feel safe, so whenever he is scared, Sekani runs to his father.

Despite sometimes complaining, Leona spends a lot of time with them. A lot of time. MC soon realizes that it is him giving his children the affection and attention that he did not receive.

Also, Cheka joins his cousins to go and bother his uncle. He loves having someone to play with now!

Leona having his three children and nephew glued to him 24 hours a day. Okay, maybe I exaggerated. 8 hours a day.

MC often joins in on the fun. When playing tag, Leona is usually quick to catch her because he knows where she usually hides. He will jump on you without mercy and probably scare you, but he will quickly make you laugh with involuntary tickles.

Leona finds the kids easily. And the kids can find you easily when it's their turn. Hide and seek with beastmen is no fun.

At the end of the day, Leona watches you sleeping in his arms along with the children... and he thinks that love and being loved like that isn't bad at all.

[helen-with-an-a]

Christmas Eve - Beautiful Girl series (18+)

Hiiiiii - Merry Christmas and a happy holidays to everyone. Have a smutty Beautiful Girl fic to read as you spend time with family and loved ones hehe <3<3<3

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Beautiful Girl Masterlist

Description: It's Barça's Christmas Party

Word Count: 7.4k

TW: Smut, 18+, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), fingering (R giving)

“Look at you, pretty girl,” you whistled softly, your voice filled with admiration as Alexia stepped out of the walk-in wardrobe. Her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, curled to perfection. A shy blush bloomed on her cheeks as she fidgeted with the delicate earring she was fastening, her fingers slightly trembling. She hesitated for a moment, meeting your gaze with a mixture of bashfulness and pride, as if she wasn’t used to hearing such words. “So beautiful, baby,” you murmured, stepping closer to her. You gently reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her lips curled into a small, shy smile, and she looked down briefly, unable to hide the way your words made her heart flutter. There was something so captivating about how she glowed, standing there under the soft light, a vision of grace and beauty that took your breath away.

You smiled at her, movements slow and deliberate, as your eyes trailed over her figure. She looked stunning, her dress hugging every curve in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. Without a word, you crossed the small space between you and wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close until her body was pressed snugly against yours. The warmth of her skin seeped through the fabric.

“Makes me want to stay here,” you murmured, your voice low and playful as you leaned in, your lips brushing just shy of her ear. “Ditch the party and have our own fun, yeh?” You teased, your breath warm against her skin. You tilted her face slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, lingering just long enough to make her pulse race. Your hands slowly began to trail down her back, fingertips grazing the curve of her hips before inching toward the soft swell of her arse, squeezing ever so gently.

"Mi amor," Alexia whined, her voice betraying a mixture of exasperation and desire as she glanced up at you through her lashes, a small crinkle forming in her brow. Her hands found your shoulders, a half-hearted attempt to push you away, though she didn’t try too hard. You could feel the tension in her, the way she fought against the pull of your teasing. “That’s not fair,” she sighed, her lips curving into a reluctant smile despite herself. "You know we have to go."

Her eyes flicked toward the door, but her body stayed pressed against yours, and for a moment, you could tell she was considering giving in. But the sense of responsibility tugged at her just as hard, and with a playful shove, she tried to peel herself away from your grasp

"I know, baby, I know," you said softly, your tone a blend of understanding and mischief as you pulled her just a little closer. Your hands lingered on her waist, your thumbs absentmindedly tracing slow circles. "But it’s not my fault that you look so stunning though," you continued, your voice dropping a little lower, laced with a playful edge. You tilted your head, gazing at her with mock helplessness, as if her beauty were a burden you were struggling to bear.

"If I didn’t know any better, I would say it’s you that’s not being fair." Your eyes roamed over her again, taking in every detail of the way she looked tonight. "Getting all dressed up and pretty, letting the world see just how gorgeous you are," you said, your tone teasing yet sincere, "knowing full well I can’t do anything about it."

You let the words hang in the air, the suggestion heavy between you. Your fingers gently tightened around her waist, and for a moment, you leaned in again, letting your lips hover near hers, not quite touching, just close enough to feel the warmth of her breath. "It’s almost cruel, baby,” you murmured, your eyes never leaving hers, "how you make it so hard to let you leave."

Alexia’s eyes softened as she bit her lip, fighting back a smile, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. She knew exactly what she was doing, and that little sparkle in her eye told you she was enjoying it just as much as you were.

She leaned in slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, the space between you shrinking until her lips were just a breath away. Her warm breath mingled with yours, a soft sigh escaping her as she closed her eyes.

Her movements were deliberate, savouring the moment as she kissed you slow and deep, her lips moulding to yours in a way that made your pulse quicken. Time seemed to stretch as you melted into the kiss, your hands instinctively sliding up her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between you. The taste of her lingered on your lips, familiar and intoxicating, while her fingers found their way to the back of your neck, gently threading through your hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing closer to yours.

You reluctantly pulled back, your lips lingering just a second longer before breaking the kiss, leaving her wanting more. A slow, teasing smile spread across your face, the kind that always made her heart skip a beat. "Vamos, hermosa," you murmured, your voice soft yet playful as you watched the flush on her cheeks deepen. Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy from the kiss, and you could see the way she was struggling to regain her composure.

"We’re going to be late," you added with a wink, the corner of your mouth curling up in a grin. Despite the heat between you, you knew you had to tear yourselves away from the moment. Stepping back, you straightened up and held out your hand waiting for her to take it.

The cool night air brushed against your skin as you both stepped outside, the excitement of the evening ahead not quite able to erase the lingering heat between you. You glanced over at her once more, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you watched her fix her hair in the reflection of the window.

You were grateful that the party was being held at a fancy hotel, the kind that exuded elegance with its grand chandeliers and polished marble floors. As you stepped into the venue, the atmosphere immediately caught your attention. The blaugrana decorations were tastefully draped around the room, blending seamlessly with twinkling Christmas lights that cast a warm, golden glow over everything.

The festive mix of holiday cheer and team spirit made you smile, the lights shimmering like tiny stars above the crowd. Wreaths wrapped in ribbons of blue and red hung on the walls, while towering Christmas trees adorned with baubles in the same colours stood in the corners, their branches heavy with ornaments that glittered under the soft light. It was the perfect fusion of elegance and celebration, with just enough holiday charm to put you in a festive mood.

"Feliz Navidad!" Mapí called out excitedly as she came rushing over, her voice warm and full of holiday cheer. Her eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, making her look even more vibrant and lively as she beamed at you. She was practically glowing, wrapped in the festive energy of the night.

"Merry Christmas, María," you smiled back, mirroring her enthusiasm as you pulled her into a friendly side hug. Her familiar energy was infectious, and you couldn’t help but laugh as she wrapped an arm around you in return. "Where’s the better half?" you teased, glancing around with playful curiosity, knowing that wherever Mapí was, Ingrid wasn’t far behind.

"Uh," she gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart as if you’d deeply offended her. "The better half? Excuse me?!" she added, eyes wide in mock outrage. But, despite her playful act, she quickly caved with a grin. "Ingrid’s getting drinks," she offered up anyway, her tone softening as she glanced over her shoulder toward the bar where her girlfriend was probably charming her way through a drink order.

"Ooo, drinks!" you said with a raised eyebrow, your expression shifting from playful to intrigued. "Now that’s a shout," you added with a little nod of approval. You turned toward Alexia, squeezing her hand gently to catch her attention. "Ale, baby," you asked, leaning in a little closer to her, your voice dropping into that soft, affectionate tone reserved just for her. "Do you want a drink?"

"Por favor," she replied with a small smile, her eyes lighting up at the thought. She shifted a little beside you, her fingers lacing through yours in a way that felt so natural, her presence always grounding you in moments like this.

"G&T or cava?" you asked, already knowing what her answer might be but loving the small routine of checking in with her anyway.

"Cava, por favor," she responded, her smile widening as she caught your gaze, her soft request carrying that understated elegance that seemed so effortless for her.

"Alright, cava it is!" you grinned, turning back toward Mapí with a knowing look. You could already see Ingrid at the bar, her head bent slightly as she chatted with the bartender. You nudged Mapí with your elbow, teasing her lightly, "Better hope she doesn’t forget yours in all the excitement!"

"Ingrid, don’t you know it’s bad to flirt when you already have a girlfriend?" you teased, your voice laced with playful mischief as you sauntered up to the bar where the Norwegian was casually leaning. She was waving her fingers at the man behind the counter, signalling for the drinks with that effortlessly charming air she always seemed to have.

At the sound of your voice, she turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a knowing smirk as she shot you a raised eyebrow. "I don’t flirt with a person that has a penis," she replied dryly, her voice deadpan but her eyes twinkling with amusement. The sharpness of her wit was something you’d always appreciated about Ingrid, and it only made your teasing that much more fun.

"Ah, so you wear the strap then," you quipped with a laugh, leaning in to nudge her shoulder playfully. The joke caught her off guard for a split second before her face broke into a wide grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she shook her head at your antics.

"Faen ta deg," she groaned in mock exasperation, her Norwegian accent thickening with the curse, but the smile on her face gave her away. Without hesitation, she pulled you into a tight, familiar hug, wrapping her strong arms around you as if she were giving in to your teasing. You laughed against her shoulder, the warmth of her embrace drawing a sense of comfort that only came from years of friendship.

You squeezed her back just as tightly, the both of you swaying slightly as the laughter lingered between you. "You love me," you teased again, your voice muffled against her jacket as you held her close.

"Ja, I do," she sighed dramatically, giving you one final squeeze before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression softening. "But you’re still a pain in the ass," she added with a wink, her humour ever-present even in moments of affection.

"Dues copes de cava, si us plau," you said with a nod to the bartender, your Catalan rolling off your tongue with a little more confidence than usual. You stepped back, satisfied as the bartender gave you an approving nod and began preparing the drinks.

Ingrid, ever quick with her teasing, cocked an eyebrow and gave you a playful smirk. "Look at you with your Catalan," she teased, folding her arms as she leaned against the bar. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, clearly enjoying the way you were trying to embrace the local language.

You let out a small, fond sigh and rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. "Ale’s been making me practice," you admitted, the affection in your voice impossible to hide. The lessons themselves had become a running joke between the two of you – your pronunciation often shaky at best, but Alexia’s encouragement never wavered, even if it came with a few teasing remarks of her own.

Ingrid chuckled knowingly, already guessing where this story was headed. "Oh yeah? How’s that going?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip from her drink, clearly waiting for the punchline.

You shrugged with a grin, your mind flashing back to the countless 'study sessions' with Alexia. The lessons rarely stayed focused for long. In fact, you could barely get through more than a few correct phrases before Alexia would pull you close, her lips finding yours in a heated kiss as a reward for your efforts. "It’s," you began, your voice laced with amusement, "going well as I expected it to ..." You trailed off, your grin widening as you gave Ingrid a knowing look.

Her eyes widened in mock surprise before she burst out laughing. "Oh my God," she said between chuckles, shaking her head in disbelief. "So you say a few words, and she rewards you with a makeout session?"

"Pretty much," you laughed, your cheeks flushing slightly as you recalled the many times Alexia had turned your failed attempts into something far more... enjoyable.

Ingrid laughed even harder, her hand covering her mouth as she shook her head in amusement. "You lucky bastard," she teased, still laughing as she nudged your shoulder.

"What can I say, I’ve got a very pretty girl willing to do a lot of things for me," you laughed, your voice light with affection as you turned your gaze back toward where Alexia and Mapí were standing. The sight of them made you smile even more. Alexia’s head was bent slightly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to hear Mapí over the music. The lively, fast-paced rhythm of the party filled the room, but Mapí seemed completely oblivious, happily chatting away with her usual energy, her hands flying through the air in animated gestures as she told what was probably an overly detailed story.

Alexia, ever the patient listener, nodded along, though the slight crease in her brow and the subtle tilt of her head gave away her confusion. She clearly wasn’t following Mapí’s whirlwind of words, but her expression stayed kind and attentive, as it always did. It was one of the many things you adored about her – her ability to make anyone feel like they had her full attention, even when she had no idea what they were saying.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene, watching as Mapí continued her enthusiastic storytelling, completely unaware of Alexia’s polite confusion. The contrast between them – Mapí’s high-energy rambling and Alexia’s gentle patience – was both endearing and amusing.

"Don’t we both," Ingrid chimed in, her voice softer now, a warmth creeping into her tone. You glanced over at her, and her expression had shifted from playful to something more tender. A soft, love-filled smile had settled over her lips as she watched Mapí, her eyes shining with that unmistakable look of adoration. It was the kind of gaze that only comes from someone who’s deeply, irrevocably in love, the kind of love that shows in the smallest of moments.

She followed Mapí’s every gesture with her eyes, clearly amused by her girlfriend’s boundless energy, but there was something more in her gaze – a deep affection, a sense of being utterly content. You could see it in the way her features softened, in the quiet way she observed Mapí, like she was taking in every little detail and storing it away.

You nodded, understanding exactly what Ingrid meant. "Yeah," you agreed, your voice quieter now, a little more thoughtful as you looked back at Alexia. "We’re pretty damn lucky." It was hard not to feel overwhelmed with gratitude in moments like this, surrounded by people you cared about, watching the person you loved simply be herself, even in the chaos of a crowded party.

The night was definitely one to be remembered, a vivid blur of laughter, music, and warmth that seemed to stretch on forever. The party had reached a crescendo, the lively energy of the guests filling the room with a palpable sense of celebration. Lights danced across the walls, and the rhythm of the music seemed to weave through everyone, binding them together in a shared experience.

Somehow, amidst the clamour and cheer, you had managed to pull Alexia onto the makeshift dance floor that had formed in a corner of the room. It was a cozy little space, illuminated by strings of fairy lights and surrounded by a circle of friends who had also surrendered to the infectious rhythm of the night. The floor was a mix of polished wood and carpeted sections, but it was perfect for the impromptu dancing that seemed to be happening everywhere.

As the beat of the music pulsed through the room, you found yourselves swaying together, completely in sync with each other and the rhythm. Alexia’s hands were warm and reassuring as they pressed gently against your hips, guiding you both in a gentle, swaying motion. The closeness of your bodies created a bubble of intimacy amidst the chaos, a small sanctuary of connection in the midst of the lively crowd.

You threw your head back against her shoulder, the softness of her skin and the steady beat of her heart providing a soothing backdrop to the vibrant energy around you. The sensation of her breath against your neck, the subtle way she moved with you, made everything else fade into the background. It felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

The music seemed to wrap itself around you, the melody and beat a perfect accompaniment to the tender, carefree moment you were sharing. Every sway and shift in the music felt like a new chapter in your night, a fresh layer of connection and joy that you both embraced wholeheartedly. In those moments, surrounded by the laughter and cheer of your friends, everything felt right, as if you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You smirked, feeling a thrill run through you as Alexia’s warm lips pressed delicate kisses along your exposed neck. The sensation of her soft, teasing touches sent shivers down your spine. Her hands, large and comforting, splayed across your stomach, their warmth seeping through the fabric of your clothing.

The crowded dance floor seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you enveloped in your own private world. The noise and lights faded into a distant hum as her kisses travelled up from your collarbone to just beneath your ear. Each gentle peck was a whisper of affection, a silent declaration of her presence that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Mi amor,” she murmured softly, her breath warm against your ear, the words barely audible over the thumping music. Her voice was tender and intimate, carrying a depth of emotion that resonated beyond the surface of the party.

You tilted your head slightly to give her better access, surrendering to the warmth and closeness of her embrace. The world outside seemed to pause for a moment, encapsulated in the cocoon of your shared affection. The music played on, but in this little bubble of yours, it was as if everything else had faded into the background, leaving only the sensation of her touch and the tenderness of her whisper.

You felt her hands gently trying to turn you around, the subtle pressure and guiding touch clearly communicating her intention. The way she manoeuvred you spoke volumes, making it clear that she was trying to direct the situation to her favour. Her movements were soft but insistent, her touch a delicate plea wrapped in the language of affection.

“What do you want, baby?” you asked with a teasing smile, your eyes sparkling as you looked up at her. You turned around to face her fully, your arms wrapping around her neck in a comfortable, intimate embrace. The warmth of her body against yours and the softness of her touch only heightened the playful tension between you.

“Por favor, mi amor,” she pleaded gently, her voice a whisper that carried a hint of vulnerability beneath its sweetness. “Take me home.” The way she said it, with that mix of desperation and charm, made it clear that she was both earnest and endearing in her request.

“But I don’t want to go home, baby,” you replied with a teasing edge, raising an eyebrow and forming a fake pout that was more playful than serious. The expression was a mix of mock disappointment and affectionate defiance, designed to make her smile despite the situation.

“Please, mi amor,” she whined softly, her voice taking on a coaxing tone that made it clear she was trying her best to be persuasive. “I’ll be good.” Her words were accompanied by a soft, almost pleading look in her eyes, a look that made you chuckle despite your resolve.

“Oh, I know you will, beautiful,” you said, leaning up to place a gentle peck on her lips. The brief kiss was a tender acknowledgment of her desire, a silent promise of affection despite your teasing. “But I’m not ready for home just yet.” You pulled back slightly, maintaining eye contact as you spoke, the playful glint in your eyes revealing that you were thoroughly enjoying this little game.

As you looked at her, you could almost see the internal struggle playing out in her mind. You could sense the war raging within her: should she put aside her impatience and wait patiently for you to finish enjoying the evening, or should she indulge in a bit of bratty persistence to get her way? The conflict was visible in the way her brows furrowed slightly, the tiny, telltale signs of her internal debate.

In that moment, everything seemed to pause, the world outside fading as you both focused on each other. The playful tension between you was electric, a blend of affection and teasing that made the night feel even more special. You knew she’d eventually concede, but the way she looked at you, with that mix of determination and sweetness, made you realise just how much you enjoyed these little exchanges with her.

You made up her mind for her with a decisive grin, grabbing her hand and gently but firmly pulling her off the dance floor. You had no idea which way you should be going, but you remembered seeing Patri head in this direction when she announced she was heading to the bathroom earlier in the night.

“Mi-mi amor?” Alexia’s voice was tinged with curiosity and a touch of confusion as she followed your lead, her hand gripping yours tightly. She glanced around, her gaze flitting back and forth as she tried to figure out your plan. “Where are we going? The exit is that way,” she said, pointing back over her shoulder with a slightly bewildered look.

“I’m not looking for the exit, baby,” you replied with a playful wink, your tone light and teasing. “I’m looking for the bathroom.” You said it with an air of casual nonchalance, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

As your words sank in, you could almost see the moment of realisation dawn in her eyes. Her expression shifted from puzzled to understanding, and the weight of her earlier reluctance seemed to lift. Her eyes widened slightly as she processed what you had said, and in that instant, her demeanour changed entirely. She was no longer a passive follower but instead, she was engaged and eager.

Suddenly, she was no longer dragging her feet but rather matching your pace, her excitement palpable. The realisation of where you were heading seemed to invigorate her, transforming her from a hesitant companion into an enthusiastic participant. Her hand tightened around yours in a show of affection and anticipation, and she fell into step beside you, her previous confusion replaced by a sense of purpose.

You could feel the shift in her energy, the way she seemed to be drawn forward with a renewed sense of direction. The playful tension between you now carried a sense of mutual excitement, and the anticipation of finding the bathroom became an adventure of its own.

The bathroom you entered was one of those stylish all-in-one washrooms. The moment you stepped inside, you were greeted by the sleek, clean lines and polished surfaces that defined the space.

On your left, a spacious granite countertop stretched along the wall, its dark, lustrous surface reflecting the ambient light with a subtle sheen. The countertop was immaculate, with no clutter to disrupt its smooth, glossy finish. A large, rectangular mirror hung above the sink, framed in a minimalist metal that complemented the overall aesthetic of the room. The mirror’s surface was perfectly clear, offering an unobstructed view of the reflection, adding a touch of sophistication to the space.

It was far too fancy for what you had in mind, a stark contrast to the typical restrooms you were used to. The room's high-end design seemed almost too refined for your plans, but you had a hunch that more than one patron might find the lack of interruptions a welcome luxury.

You released Alexia’s hand, enjoying the playful whine she let out as you did so, a sound that only made you smirk wider. The sound was a mix of impatience and anticipation, and it was clear she was just as eager as you were. With a swift, practiced motion, you locked the door behind you, the click echoing softly in the otherwise quiet room.

As you turned back to her, your gaze softened with affection and desire. "You look so beautiful, baby," you murmured, your voice low and filled with admiration. The way her features lit up under the soft lighting only made her more captivating. You began to cross the room, each step purposeful and filled with intention.

Your body pressed gently against hers as you guided her to the countertop, your hands resting lightly on her waist. You allowed your eyes to roam appreciatively over her. “So pretty when you do your hair and make-up,” you continued, your voice a hushed whisper as you took in the meticulous effort she had put into her appearance. “And this dress,” you said, letting your eyes rake slowly from her shoulders down to the curve of her hips, appreciating every detail. “So fucking sexy, my beautiful girl.” Your tone was a blend of awe and hunger, a reflection of how deeply you were captivated by her.

Slowly, almost agonisingly so, you began to gather the fabric of her skirt, inch by tantalising inch, revealing the smooth, tanned skin beneath. Each movement was deliberate, savouring the way the material slid up, exposing more of her body. Your fingers brushed against her skin with a feather-light touch, making her shiver with anticipation.

“Almost didn’t want to come tonight,” you continued, your voice a low murmur laced with desire. “If I had it my way, I would have taken you right there and then.” You paused for a moment, letting your gaze linger on the exposed skin of her thighs. “As soon as you stepped out of the cupboards, I would have bent you over and made you mine.”

You leaned closer, your breath warm against her collarbone as you pressed a heated kiss there. Your lips lingered, your mouth creating a dark, possessive mark as you sucked gently, revelling in the way her body responded to your touch. “Maybe I would have had you on your back, legs spread nice and wide for me,” you whispered, your voice dropping to a husky tone as you described your fantasy. “I’d take my time with you, nice and slow, making you feel every inch of me.”

You pulled back slightly, your eyes meeting hers with a predatory gleam. “Or maybe I would have you on your hands and knees,” you continued, your voice a seductive murmur against her ear. “So I could pound into you, feeling every delicious inch of you clenching around me.” The words were barely audible, but they were laced with a raw, primal intensity that made her breath hitch.

“Or perhaps,” you said, shifting your grip to hold her waist firmly as you imagined the scene, “I’d have you on top of me, riding my cock with that perfect rhythm of yours.” You let your lips brush against her ear, your voice dripping with lustful admiration. “Watching you whine and moan, knowing how much you love it when you’re on top, how you grind against me, making me lose myself in the sensation.”

Alexia's moan escaped her lips, loud and unabashed, as soon as your fingers made contact with the delicate fabric of her knickers. The damp patch on the fabric was unmistakable, a clear sign of her arousal that made your pulse quicken with anticipation. Her reaction was immediate and intense, a mixture of pleasure and need that was palpable in the way her body tensed against yours.

You took your time, deliberately rubbing slow, gentle circles over her clit through the thin layer of fabric. The friction between your fingers and the damp material created a delicious tension that had her squirming, her breath coming in shallow, gasping bursts.

As you continued to draw out the moment, your lips found hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Your mouths moved together in perfect harmony, a dance of longing and desire that mirrored the slow, deliberate pressure you were applying to her clit.

You could feel her moans vibrating against your mouth, her body responding eagerly to the combination of your touch and your kiss.

“Por favor, mi amor,” Alexia gasped as you pulled away slightly, her voice trembling with urgency and desire. Her breath came out in shallow, ragged bursts, her chest heaving with the intensity of her emotions. The expression on her face was a mixture of longing and need, making it clear that she was deeply affected by the sensations you had been creating.

“What, beautiful? What do you need?” you asked softly, your voice filled with concern and affection. You studied her closely, taking in every detail of her flushed cheeks and the way her eyes searched yours for reassurance.

“You, you. I need you,” she managed to stammer out, her voice a blend of desperation and longing. The simple declaration was enough to make your heart race, knowing just how much she craved your touch and presence.

“I’m here, baby,” you reassured her, your tone tender and soothing. “Tell me what you need from me.” You could see the apprehension flickering in her eyes, the uncertainty of how to articulate her desires in the midst of such intense emotions.

You leaned in slightly, your eyes never leaving hers as you offered her a choice. “Do you want my fingers, or my mouth?” you asked, your voice a gentle murmur that carried both promise and affection. The question was a way to ensure you were meeting her needs precisely, to give her the control she needed in this intimate moment.

“Fingers. N-need you close,” she breathed out, her words coming in a rush of urgency. The request was clear, a plea for the closeness and direct touch that would satisfy her longing.

“Good girl, baby,” you responded with a warm, approving smile, your voice filled with pride and tenderness. “So good for me, telling me what you need.” The praise was meant to reassure her, to make her feel cherished and understood. “And of course, I’ll stay close to you. You’ve got me for life, my beautiful girl.”

“F-for life,” Alexia echoed softly, her voice trembling slightly as a small, tender smile played at the corners of her lips. The words held a mixture of reassurance and intimacy, a promise that resonated deeply between you.

“For life,” you repeated with a gentle smile, the sincerity in your voice reflecting the depth of your commitment. You leaned in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, the tenderness of the gesture a testament to your shared affection and connection.

“Lean back for me, baby,” you instructed with a tone that was both firm and affectionate. “Open your legs for me too.” The command was a gentle guide, and you watched with admiration as she complied, her body moving in response to your words. Her head fell back slightly, a look of trust and anticipation on her face.

As she settled into the position, you began to tenderly massage the inside of her thigh, one moving with deliberate, soothing strokes as the other settled around her hips, keeping her close. “So good for me,” you whispered, the praise a soft caress against her ear.

Unable to resist the allure of the expanse of exposed skin before you, your gaze lingered appreciatively. You leaned in closer, your lips finding her neck as you started to place a series of gentle, affectionate kisses along the sensitive skin.

Each kiss was a tender exploration, and you took your time to savour each sweet spot you found. You sucked and nibbled softly, your touch a blend of passion and devotion, marking each area with a blend of warmth and pleasure. As you pulled her underwear down, your movements were slow and deliberate, ensuring that every action was met with her comfort and eagerness.

As your fingers finally found their destination, she let out a deep, throaty moan that resonated with the pleasure she felt. Each stroke was slow and purposeful, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit the most satisfying response. The sensation of your fingers against her most sensitive spot made her body tense in anticipation, her breathing becoming more erratic as she adjusted to the touch.

You could feel her muscles contracting slightly in response, the way her entire being seemed to focus on the contact between your fingers and her clit. The rhythm of your circles was consistent but varied in intensity, your touch an intricate dance meant to drive her wild with desire.

As you continued, the moans escaping Alexia’s lips grew louder and more insistent, each sound a reflection of the waves of pleasure that were washing over her. Her body moved with the rhythm of your touch, a dance of need and satisfaction that you were orchestrating with your skilled fingers.

“Más, mi amor. Por favor, más,” she begged, her voice a desperate whisper tinged with need. Her hand reached out, grasping your forearm with a firm, almost pleading grip. The intensity of her gaze and the urgency in her touch conveyed just how much she craved more, a silent demand for increased pleasure.

You couldn’t help but smirk at her eagerness, the sight of her in such a state fuelling your own desire. With a slow, deliberate motion, you sank a finger into her, the sensation causing her to let out a deep, throaty groan. Her body responded instantly, her nails digging into your skin as she braced herself against the overwhelming pleasure. The sharp bite of her nails was a stark contrast to the soft, sensual movements of your fingers, adding an edge to the intimate connection.

The groan she emitted was a sound of pure gratification, a reaction that spurred you on. After a moment of adjustment, her breathing became more ragged, her desire growing ever more palpable. “Mas rapida,” she gasped, her voice trembling with the intensity of her request. The urgency in her tone was unmistakable, a clear signal that she needed you to quicken the pace to reach the peak of her pleasure.

Her words were a potent mix of instruction and longing, pushing you to match her increasing need. You responded by picking up the speed, your finger moving in a rapid, rhythmic motion designed to amplify her pleasure. The combination of her passionate response and your skilled touch created a symphony of sensation for Alexia.

“You look so beautiful like this, baby,” you murmured, your voice laced with both admiration and desire. “And you feel so good.” The praise was a tender caress, meant to make her feel cherished and adored. As you spoke, you watched her cheeks flush with a deep, rosy hue, a visible sign of her embarrassment and pleasure. Her eyes fluttered closed, rolling back slightly as she lost herself in the sensations you were creating.

“What would the team say if they saw you like this?” you teased gently, a playful edge in your voice. “Their Capi being a good girl for me in the bathroom.”

Her reaction was immediate, her voice breaking and breathy as she responded. “N-not Capi. Jus’ Ale.” The words came out in a whimper, a mixture of protest and plea that only made her more endearing.

“Not their Capi?” you continued, your tone teasing but warm. “That’s right, you’re my Ale, aren’t you? My beautiful girl.” The affirmation was meant to ground her, to make her feel secure in the fuzziness of her mind. “My beautiful, perfect Ale who looks so good right now.”

Your words were a soothing balm, wrapping around her like a protective embrace.

You could tell she was on the edge, her entire body a symphony of tension and anticipation. Her hips moved in sync with the rhythm of your fingers, a fluid, instinctive response that spoke of her increasing pleasure. Each movement was a testament to her desire, a delicate dance that matched the steady pressure and motion you provided.

Alexia’s chest rose and fell with each breath, the rhythm uneven and jagged as her breathing became more erratic and shallow. The sight of her heaving chest was both captivating and poignant, a visual cue to the overwhelming sensations she was experiencing. Each inhale was a gasp of anticipation, and each exhale was a soft, trembling sigh that betrayed the intensity of her emotions.

The way her body shook slightly with every breath revealed just how close she was to her peak. The trembling in her limbs and the subtle quivers of her muscles underscored her heightened state of arousal. You could see the conflict in her expression – the struggle to maintain control while being overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving her.

The combination of her rhythmic movements, laboured breathing, and the palpable tension in her body painted a vivid picture of her near surrender. It was clear that she was on the brink, her entire being focused on the sensation you were creating, each touch and stroke pushing her closer to the edge.

“You look so pretty right now, baby,” you said softly, your voice filled with both admiration and desire. “So beautiful when you’re about to cum for me.”

You let your eyes roam over her, taking in every detail of the intimate scene before you. Her dress was gathered around her waist, the fabric bunched up in a way that accentuated the curve of her hips and the delicate line of her thighs. The way the dress was pulled up revealed the expanse of her smooth, heated skin, the sight of her vulnerability and arousal making your heart race.

Her underwear lay discarded on the floor, the contrast between the elegance of her dress and the disarray of her clothing only heightened what was happening. Her head was thrown back, her expression one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. The sight of her face, flushed and marked by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her, was both captivating and deeply erotic. Her eyes were closed, lost in the waves of ecstasy that were cascading through her body, each wave making her tremble and moan softly.

You watched her with a mixture of awe and pride, treasuring the way her body responded to you. The sight of her – exposed and blissful, caught in the throes of climax – was a testament to the deep connection and intense pleasure you were sharing. The moment was a beautiful, intimate exchange, captured in the delicate balance between control and surrender, pleasure and adoration.

“I’m gonna cum,” she warned, her voice a breathless declaration that sent a thrill through you. Her hips moved erratically, driven by a primal rhythm that seemed beyond her control. The intensity of her impending climax was evident in the way her movements became less coordinated, more frantic, as she approached the edge.

“Yeh? You gonna cum for me, baby?” you asked, your voice low and filled with a teasing edge. “You gonna make a mess on my hand?” She nodded furiously, her eyes squeazed tightly shut. “You gonna tell everyone who’s making you feel this good?”

The combination of your words and the relentless pressure of your fingers drove her to the brink. With a loud, unrestrained shout, she came, her body convulsing in a powerful wave of ecstasy. “Amor,” she squealed, her voice trembling with the intensity of her release. The sound was a beautiful, raw expression of her pleasure, each note infused with the electricity that surged through her body.

You continued to work her through her climax, your fingers maintaining their steady, rhythmic motion. The sensation of her inner muscles contracting around you, combined with the way her body trembled and quivered, was a testament to the depth of her pleasure. Your touch remained consistent, providing both stimulation and comfort as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

“Good girl,” you cooed gently, a warm, affectionate smile spreading across your lips as she finally opened her eyes. The sight of her, still flushed and basking in the afterglow of her climax, was a vision of pure contentment and vulnerability.

“T-thank you,” she whispered shyly, her voice barely more than a soft murmur. The gratitude in her tone was palpable, a sweet acknowledgment of the pleasure you had just given her.

“Look at you using your manners,” you teased playfully, your eyes twinkling with amusement. You couldn’t help but find her shyness endearing, a charming contrast to the passionate intensity of the moment. As you spoke, you began to slowly withdraw your hand, each movement deliberate and gentle, to ensure she felt comfortable and cared for.

“Gotta be good for you,” she responded, her words tinged with a hint of playfulness and affection. Her behaviour was so endearing that if you didn’t know better, you might have thought she was tipsy from a few too many drinks, her words and actions carrying a dreamy, almost disoriented quality.

“You’re always good for me, my beautiful girl,” you reassured her, your voice full of warmth and sincerity.

“T’estimo.”

[youleftmenochoicebut]

SANTA BABY — remus lupin.

SUMMARY. — it’s your second christmas with your baby girl and Remus dresses up as santa.

PAIRING. — dad!remus lupin x mom!reader

WARNINGS. — fluff, some suggestiveness at the end (because im kinda scared to write smut yet)

A/N. — merry christmas to those who celebrate!

“mommy, where’s dada?” your two and a half year old asks, her small body wrapped around your middle like a koala bear, as you sit in front of the fireplace. it’s 9pm, already past Brielle’s bedtime, but you’re letting her stay up late tonight. it’s christmas eve after all. your friends have left already, the kitchen’s been cleaned and Brielle’s been more than excited to finally get her presents.

“he’s getting more wood for the fire, bug.” the lie slips past your lips flawlessly, your fingers combing through your toddler’s hair, and the fact that it’s the exact same color and texture as Remus’ still stuns you to this day. the truth is you decided it would be a fun idea for Remus to dress up as Santa Claus and give your baby girl her gifts that way. although the more you think about it now, the more hesitant you are.

Brielle just nods, nuzzling her head into the crook of neck, and you sigh contently. not much time passes before you hear the backdoor bang, the loud stomping getting closer, and Remus’ figure appears in the doorway. for how tall he is, being almost 6’5, he’s too skinny (at least that’s what you always tell him), so he has to fill out the Santa costume with some pillows for the belly to look big and round. you chuckle when you notice him, nudging Brielle softly.

“ho, ho, ho!” Remus exclaims, making his voice intentionally lower and he pats his fake stomach, coming closer. “i’ve come to see if there are any good kids here, in this fine house?”

Brielle giggles, her eyes shining brighter when she slides off your lap and skips over to him, tugging at his pant leg. “daddy silly!” she shrieks sweetly, jumping in place as she waits for Remus to lean down to her level. “up, dada!”

“well, i don’t know where your dad is, kiddo, i’m here to bring you your presents!” he keeps up his act like a professional, the smile on your face widens, and you can see a hint of confusion on your girl’s face.

“hmm… i like presents!” Brielle smiles, showing off her teeth, and tries to pull Remus over to the christmas tree. “mama, look! it’s Santa!”

“oh, wow, Brie. no way.” you gasp, chuckling along with your toddler’s enthusiasm, and you watch the scene unfold.

Brielle and Remus kneel down by the christmas tree and your husband reaches for the velvety santa’s sack, and pulls out a couple of neatly packed boxes. he puts them on display, in a row, in front of your baby girl who excitedly waves her hands. she wastes no time reaching for the first package, eagerly ripping the wrapping paper off and squealing happily at what she sees. it’s a toddler sized broomstick, the exact same as Harry’s just smaller, because she’s been wanting that ever since she saw him fly around in the summer. with James’ close assistance, if Lily ever asks, because of course a six year old can’t fly around on a broomstick on his own.

it doesn’t take much time before Brielle starts rubbing her eyes, the events of today catching up to her, and you know you have to step in. you scoop her up in your arms, winking at Remus with a small smile, and as she clings to you, you slowly go upstairs. she’s started sleeping in her own room just a few months back, when you decided she was big enough to have her bed in the separate room on the other side of the corridor, and she still sometimes sleeps with you. you can’t help it, you just love having your baby girl close to you.

this night though, you go straight to her bedroom, swiftly changing her into her red christmasy pajamas. you settle her down in her princess bed, pulling the sheets up to her chin, and you step away, pretty sure she’s already asleep. you’re almost at the door when you hear a soft voice call out to you.

“mama, goodnight kiss.” Brielle whispers, her eyes remaining closed as she snuggles up to her favorite dog plushie (it’s the one Sirius gave you guys when she was born). you smile, and quickly rush over, leaning in to plant a kiss on her forehead, nose, then both cheeks.

“goodnight, bug.” you murmur, and leave the room, a yawn escaping your lips as you walk downstairs to find Remus lounging on the couch, still in the Santa costume.

“well, hello there, Mr. Claus.” you say playfully, slumping down next to him, and your eyes are set on his face, covered mostly by the long fake beard. “i haven’t gotten my presents tonight.” your lips pouting as you reach out, putting your hand against his chest.

“that’s because you’ve been a very bad girl this year, dovey.” Remus whispers, his large hands grasping at your hip and with completely zero trouble he swooshes you into his lap, making you straddle him. you rest your arms on his torso, in a way to hold up as well, and you scoff.

“hey! i thought Santa Claus was supposed to be nice ‘n all.” you mumble, hitting his shoulder as you feel him squeeze his hands on your bum. you raise your eyebrows at him, and as much tired as he seems, you can see the hunger in his eyes.

“then i guess i have to take this off, cause i don’t plan on being nice to you tonight.” his voice is raspy and it makes a shiver run down your spine, and you throw your head back when he puts his lips on your neck.

“no, no, no. the costume stays on.” you grunt, and the laugh that escapes him is so heartful is wrecks his body, so you glance down at him with a serious expression. “oh, i’m not kidding.”

without responding, his hands wander back up, then down, this time deeping into your pants, and with one swift movement he tears your panties apart and off of you. you glare at him, shaking your head, and you shift at the feeling of the slightly itching material of your pants against your bare womanhood.

“i liked those ones-“ your complain is cut off by his lips pushing against yours forcefully, his tongue delving into your mouth. after you pull away, a sting of saliva connects your lips to his, and you blink hazily.

“Santa’s gonna buy you new ones.” he breathes out, a smirk appearing on his face before he easily flips you over onto your back, hovering over you. “actually, a lot of new ones.”

[hwallazia]

HOT TO GO – 김홍중

⋆ synopsis. during a xmas eve dinner with your family, your best friend disappears. concerned, you search the entire apartment complex, only to stumble upon him watching porn alone. unable to resist, you decide to tease him a bit about it.

pairing. best friend! kim hongjoong & fem! reader.

wc. 2,9k

warnings. smut (mdni!), F2L, soft dom! hongjoong, suggestive language, cussing, liquor consumption, getting caught obviously, teasing & flirting, porn watching (this whole thing is porn but wtv), auralism?, getting interrupted ughhh, hongjoong comes on reader’s face and tits, praise, dirty talk, nicknames (pretty boy, pretty, attagirl & more), blowjob, implied cum eating but not explicitly written, an awful attempt at comedy in the end.

nic’s notes ⋆ second of the event & december’s already ending, i knoww (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i’ll finish the event in january i promise !! i really don’t like how this came out, but i couldn’t leave y’all without a christmas gift! merry xmas, loves <3

living room, dining room, bathroom, backyard, even inside the fucking oven. you had searched everywhere for hongjoong, and yet he’s nowhere to be found.

just an hour ago, you were enjoying some drinks with him, the strong alcohol of the tequila burned your throat deliciously, and the surroundings only caused the liquor to impact you even harder. small bright lights provided dim and comfy lighting to the room for those who were under the influence already — which were probably your uncles, who actually were spending a lovely time playing some drinking games. your mother and her sisters were chatting pleasingly near the kitchen aisle, your aunt looking for a new bottle of red wine only meant that the conversation was going to last longer than what anyone could predict, whereas your grandma was nowhere to be seen — she probably headed to her bedroom to get some well-deserved sleep, your mother had already forced her enough to stay awake past midnight.

“so yeah, that’s pretty much it. never met up with that bitch again, she prolly moved to somewhere far from here since i never heard from her again either. or well, at least that’s what i’m manifesting.” you summarized, chuckling at the end before you chugged another sip of tequila. hongjoong stared at you intently, one brow up, as your throat bobbed up and down with one smooth gulp.

“you sure are going hard on that tequila,” he said whilst glancing at your drunken irises. the way you frowned your brows and cringed almost made him laugh. how cute.

“excuse me, you’re the one who hasn’t drank one sip.” you deadpanned, a low laugh escaping his lips unintentionally as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand; his body rocking forward, driven by habit. “c’mon, let’s get you a drink. a cocktail for starters.” you said without giving him a chance to defend himself, grabbing his forearm as you led him towards the kitchen, where an exasperating and almost unbelievable collection of bottles, full of any kind of liquid you could imagine. your mind was already scheming what to prepare for your dear best friend; some vodka mixed with any energetic drink that you could find in the fridge seemed like an excellent idea.

but you could never fathom what your dear friend’s mind was envisioning, nor what held his eyes so intently. while you walked him whenever you were taking him, your cute ass was swinging, side to side in a smooth motion that had him going nuts. actually, if you held a gun against his head and asked him if he had thought about anything else that night, he’d let you shoot him, because he could never fathom the thought of you finding out how much of a pervert he was. but it was true though, the way that black, tight, and short dress hugged your figure made him salivate all over himself like a dog, the nastiest one. your curves were to die for, and hongjoong would gladly prove it — just so you know. god, what wouldn’t he give for just one night with you—to hold those hips with his own palms.

but that’s his secret. so shush.

hongjoong just couldn’t handle the view anymore. he halted you when he sank his heels onto the wooden floor, and with a deep sigh, he crafted the best excuse he could muster. you gyrated your head and let go of him when he began speaking. oh here we go. “wait, i actually have to go to the bathroom.” you glared at him, not believing a single word that was coming out of his mouth. “it’s an emergency!” he yelped in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, quite amusing to hear.

“fine. i’ll just pretend that you actually wanna go to pee and that you’re not a pussy that can’t handle a round of drinks with me.” you scoffed in a teasing manner, an almost invisible smirk showing up on your lips as your hand positioned on your hip.

“i’ll take the blame.” he sentenced, putting relaxed hands in the air as if he was being accused of committing a crime — and to be honest, he was just about to commit one.

after that, he headed towards the bathroom, your eyes followed his figure as it disappeared into the large, bright lighted corridor. with a sigh and an unopened bottle of tequila in your hands, you made your way back to the kitchen, determined to join the endless conversation that was taking place in its aisle. you aunt jessica looked in your direction, and when her blue irises landed on the delicious tequila that you had with yourself, she couldn’t help but let out a squeak sharp enough to shatter glass, immediately inviting you to participate in their talk with a smile plastered on her face.

you had to do something while hongjoong was gone after all.

but an hour had passed, and the conversation had turned rather depressing, your maternal aunt’s marriage problems overshadowing the happy, joyful christmas vibes. you needed to find hongjoong; otherwise, this conversation would only fry more brain cells than it already had. you exhaled as you rose from your seat, a glass of red wine resting in the palm of your hand gracefully — or you also could call it the other reason why you’d wake up with a mind-scattering headache.

“excuse me, i’ll go upstairs real quick,” you announced to the six ladies that you had just chatted with.

“darling!” your mother stopped your movements. “where’s hongjoong? haven’t seen him in a while now.”

“i don’t know. i was wondering the same thing just now.” you paused briefly. “i’ll go find him.”

normally, you’d find him in the backyard, playing with your younger cousins — to be honest, he nailed the role of the cousin way better than you. but strangely, he wasn’t, which only led you to do what you’d normally call research because at this point, the man had either gone invisible or was aiming for the world record in the longest game of hide and seek. at least, ten minutes passed and he was still missing.

you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, the tiredness of being in a tight and rather short dress and high fucking heels with your best friend missing as a bonus started to hit you. as you made your way to the guest bathroom, you passed by your bedroom, but something odd happened to catch your attention. a weird light was coming out of your room and you were absolutely sure you had turned everything off and closed the door—you didn’t want any babies sleeping in your beloved bed, for god’s sake.

your feet move backward in a quite amusing motion, your body now standing in front of the semi-open wooden door. with a cocked brow, you peeked through the crack in the door and saw hongjoong’s figure laying on your bed; back facing the door. as the gorgeous, lovely, and very funny best friend that you are, the only idea that came to your mind was to surprise him. little did you know that he was the one who surprised you.

with slow, cautious steps you approached his lying body. you noticed he was watching something on his phone, the bright white light from the device illuminating his face, yet his shuddering pants were the thing that caught your eye.

and one or two steps were more than enough for your eyes to finally and fully take in the scene unfolding before you.

your best friend was jerking off while watching porn. in your own house, in your own bed, in front of your goddamn eyes. and fucking hell, you could clearly see his dick grazing your blankets in a slow, sluggish tempo.

now, in this situation you have two options: either get mad at him and yell at him for being a pervert and a lunatic, and never speak to him again for ruining everything up only because of being an idiot for doing that in such an inappropriate place and situation and day and just everything,

or

help him.

“well hey there.” you purred as you grazed the sides of his undone pants, his hand flew away from his hardened cock as well as his phone, which glided through thin air; a heavy and rough thud reverberated through the walls—a crack on its screen is guaranteed. wide open brown eyes stared at you, a pinkish, tender blush creeping up his cheekbones. “i was feeling kinda lonely out there, y’ know?”

your velvety tone tickled his spine, delicious goosebumps creeping up his limbs. “yn, w-what’re you doing here.” a breathless hongjoong spoke, trembling hands trying to put his dick back inside that wrinkled, damp, and surely uncomfortable fabric.

“that’s what i should be asking, don’t you think?” a little chuckle penetrated hongjoong’s mind, it took everything from him to not grab you by the arms and kiss the shit out of you. at this point, the poor man is delirious—thankfully, your soothing, reassuring hand calms his nerves down when you rested your palm over his. well, sort of. “heeeyy, already cutting the fun short? don’t tell you’re that much of a wet blanket.”

you got on your knees greedily before your hand glided over his dampened length, first rubbing his girth and then his cocktip smoothly. hongjoong hissed before cursing under his breath. “why’re you doing this.” he couldn’t help but ask, though it wasn’t as if he had any intention of stopping now. if you were going to start something, you’d better see it through. he adjusted his position, finally sitting properly whilst giving you enough space to do your work.

you chuckled as you glanced up at him, doe-eyes stabbing daggers into his heart, mind, and soul. “is it so bad that i don’t want you to go back there with a boner inside those pants?”

a low, growly fuck was shot into your eardrums when your thumb slid over his now leaking tip, trembling fingers almost digging holes into your sheets. “i could do it on my own—nguh” a gravelly moan sent shivers down your spine as soon as you swirled your tongue around the trail of precum his tip was spreading over his hard-on.

“y’ sure you could?” he couldn’t compete against your seductive voice and teasing touches. matter of fact, he couldn’t compete against you at all, not when you were so kind, sweet, sexy and just fucking stunning. the way this man was wrapped around your finger is fucking comical. with a deep sigh, he gave in to you.

“fuck no.”

“that’s what i thought.”

no other words needed to be said for you to swallow his whole length, his tip tickling the back of your throat. hongjoong’s head tilted back as he placed his right hand behind him for support, while the other rested gently on top of your head; fingers provided soothing massages to your scalp. you didn’t expect his moans to be so heavenly sweet, yet low and masculine, and they were impacting you in the most pleasant way; thighs started to rub together incessantly, in search of some friction, some relief.

“oh fuck thaaat’s it. you’re so sweet for doing this, so—ugh, fucking gorgeous.” dead eyes stared down at you, following your every movement, every gesture, every breath. his irises casted shadows over you, and a dark fire sparked within them.

and being totally honest, you were more than ready to lose yourself in them.

after some minutes of just pure sinful, wet sounds, your jaw was starting to hurt, causing you to get some of his girth out of your mouth unintentionally.

poor you, ‘cause hongjoong was already way too into it.

you felt how his palm applied light pressure down the crown of your head “oh c’mon pretty, you were doing so good before, what happened?” he cooed at you, a devilish expression ruling his eyes.

and did that smirk drive you over the edge. “i—“ his hand glided over your neck and pushed you all the way down, making you pathetically choke on his cock. tears filled your vision and soon began to stream down your cheeks, ruining your mascara—not that you were concerned about that, your red lipstick was all smudged anyway. spit dripped from the corner of your lips, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips with some hairs of his pubic zone.

what a view, hongjoong thought.

“attagirl.” he purred in a silky tone. all pain was gone in just a sec.

hongjoong could feel and hear everything. and when i say everything, i mean every fucking thing. the way your tongue danced over his tip, how it enveloped his length greedily and lapped at every bit of precum it could collect, or how you would whine when his cocktip hit that spot of your throat, how you’d gag around him and just how fucking sinful you sound and look with his dick in his mouth.

“you’re seriously gonna—ah be the death of me.” he heaved, that familiar coil was starting to form in his stomach and he was more than happy to give you every last drop of his load.

even though this may not be his ultimate fantasy, he’s more than content with what he’s receiving. he’d die happily when he gets to come inside you while in mating press. but let’s not get too excited.

“fuck—c’mon, joong. cum all over my face, i know you’re close.” you popped his cock out of your mouth so you could jerk it off properly, at a fast pace that had him seeing stars.

“god you’re—that gonna make me— shit!” he cussed as he jolted beneath you, under your control and intoxicating ministrations. with your poisonous irises and vicious manners, he came completely undone for you, because of you. tensed, muscly limbs and a deliciously arched back formed the scene that surely won’t leave your mind for the next two weeks. a satisfied moan of yours accompanied the melody of grunts that were escaping helplessly from his swollen lips—too reddened from biting them so harshly.

his hand replaced yours and began doing the same motion, but now angling his dripping tip towards you. “show me that pretty face and those pretty tits, cutie.”

what a pervert, you thought. and naturally, you wouldn’t have done so. but god, you were so fucking blissed out that you didn’t even think twice before popping your breasts out of that dark, fitted dress and presenting your face to him — totally surrendered to him like a slut.

the remaining white shots of cum spurted all over your face, a sinful string of that white essence connecting your lashes with your cheekbone, whilst a brief load of his seed painted your tits.

“fuck you’re kinky.” you deadpanned, giggling.

“guess you kinda have that effect on me,” he smirked, breathlessly. fuck, you want him to fuck you right now.

you smiled as you stood up just to push him onto the mattress, easily straddling his naked lap. “so, tell me.” dangerous grins were plastered on your faces. “why would ya be watching porn over here, behind my back…” your manicured nails traced scribbles on the exposed skin of his forearm, slowly shifting in an upward motion. “… when you have me.”

“well if i’m being honest, i had you,” he explained, confusion filling your mind. he chuckled at your tilted head and cocked eyebrow. “that specific pornstar has a similar voice to yours, and whenever she moaned…” his eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips. “she just sounds exactly like how i dream of you moaning.”

and that pushed you over the edge.

you pressed your clothed crotch against his unintentionally, your instinct to seek friction overpowering your senses. his dark, low chuckle penetrated your mind. he straightened his back as he sat correctly and enveloped your torso with his strong arms. with one deep, endearing look into your irises, he whispered with a honey-dripping voice. “can i fuck you, yn?”

“thought you’d never ask.”

a harsh knock at the door made both of you jerk. “yn! i know you’re in here! come on, we gotta take some pictures with the family! get outta there, you got two minutes.” the high-pitched, squeaky voice of your mother sentenced as if she was the goddamn FBI or something.

with a profound exhale, you stared at each other. “well, i don’t know about you, but i personally don’t want to fuck with a time limit. it’s not like i’m able to make you finish in two minutes. i don’t even know if i can finish in two min—“ you grabbed his lips with your fingertips, shushing him immediately.

he glanced at you with puppy dog eyes. “would you shut up for once?” you giggled. “okay, pretty boy, we’ll get there. now, let me clean myself up and change into some new clothes so i can go take the damn pictures before my mom splits me open.”

you sighed, unlike hongjoong who smiled like a little kid. “i’d like to split you open.”

you chuckled as you threw the nearest pillow to him. a muffled awh was heard and your heart sank a bit, in the most tender way. that foolishly in love kind-of smile just could not leave your face. “shut up, you romeo.”

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CHRISTMAS DINNER

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where reader and jude bellingham are used to spending christmas together, but this year's christmas could change their relationship forever.

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"my God, you started getting ready for dinner at two in the afternoon, it's almost seven at night and you haven't finished?" my brother appeared at the bathroom door, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and completely incredulous. "i'm almost done." i replied. "you're already very pretty little sister, you don't need all this." he said making me smile "but i'm sure jude bellingham will notice all this effort." in response, he received a middle finger and the door closing in his face.

james knows me like no one else, unfortunately. not that i'm trying to get jude's attention with excessive makeup and flashy clothes, on the contrary, i want to be as natural as possible. and now, i have to say that thinking like this, i look like a 15 year old teenager trying to win over the boy she has a crush on school.

and my brother is exaggerated, i started getting ready almost now.

from my room i could hear the voices downstairs in the house, i could hear the voices of all the bellinghams but not jude, he didn't arrive.

my family and his family are friends, our mothers grew up together, he and i grew up together. and it's a christmas tradition to have dinner together, there wasn't a year when we weren't together. 

i think i was ten when i realized i had a crush on jude. he seemed like my superhero defending me from the bullying i used to suffer.  and he always showed concern for me, always sending me messages wanting to know if everything is okay with college, wanting to know if i'm in good health.

i can say that i love everything about jude, especially his worried way, but i also love his polite way of being. the smile he gives when he sees me, the photos he sends me after games, the way he touches my hair.

i don't know if jude is interested in me in the same way that i am interested in him, sometimes i believe that it is just his way of showing affection, even if it makes me fall more and more in love with him.

i was putting away what i had used when two knocks on the door made me jump back. i was distant, caught up in my thoughts."hey, are you ready yet?" it was jude. i was caught off guard again. "oh, hi jude! i'm done now." i said as i opened the bedroom door to see him. i looked bellingham up and down, he was as handsome as ever. "i loved your dress, it looks good on you" jude ran his hand over the back of his neck "thank you! you also chose your clothes well today." he chuckled.

"i bet my mom asked you to come get me." i said, turning off the light in the room and then leaving. bellingham moved a little more to the side. "you got it right." i nodded. "i thought you hadn't arrived, i heard everyone's voice but yours." he smiled. "i'm less talkative today." he commented as he directed his gaze to the floor. "lucky we have time to tell each other our problems today."

i signaled for bellingham to follow me downstairs and he promptly came. "green is definitely your color." his mother said as she hugged me. "you look stunning, jude will be even more in love." my cheeks flushed as i heard my mother's laughter and saw jude rolling his eyes. i was so embarrassed that my thank you came out almost silent. i greeted jobe and his father, then i sat between the youngest bellingham and jude.

jobe and i spent exactly fifteen minutes watching videos on tiktok, jude even laughed at some things but he's acting completely weird today. "what's going on in your head?" i turned my face towards the player who smiled shyly, without showing his teeth "a lot of stuff." i laid my head on his shoulder "do you want to talk about it?" he nodded and i got up from the couch, extending my hand to help him up.

i wanted to take him out to the backyard so we could have privacy, even though no one in the room would be able to hear our conversation due to the noise of the voices. jude sat across from me on the wooden table seat. we stared at each other for a few minutes, i raised my eyebrows when i noticed his eyes analyzing every detail of my face and bellingham laughed. 

"first laugh of the night, we're already moving forward." he chuckled before clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in front of him. "my mom is right, green is definitely your color." bellinghams love to make my cheeks blush "thank you mr jude! you don't look bad in black and white either." i complimented him "and you know you don't look bad wearing any color, that impresses me." i rolled my eyes. he has no idea that his playful flirting makes my heart race.

"i think this is a great time for you to tell me what's bothering you so much." he bit his lower lip "never mind, i don't know how to explain it." he said "oh please, draw a picture with twigs in the snow then." he smiled "does it have anything to do with madrid?" He denied "let's forget about it, i already feel much better." he smiled "ugh, it's okay! if you want to talk about it, i'll be willing to listen."

"let's go back inside, i'm going to freeze." i said, pretending my jaw was shaking. my coat isn't doing me much good. jude got up, I thought he was going to wait for me so we could go back inside my house together, but he sat down next to me. "let's stay here, i'll warm you up if anything! but i just want to stay here with you." i pouted "are you needy or do you miss me?" i turned my face towards him. "both of them." he rested his face on his hand. again i was rolling my eyes, again i was getting nervous.

"didn't you find anyone in madrid?" i questioned as i stood in the same position as the player. "my heart is set on birmingham." i laughed. "i bet it's that girl who used to go to school with us, but i must say she's engaged to a friend of yours." i said as i played with jude's hand "i don't even remember her anymore. unfortunately, only girls in green occupy my mind for a long time." 10 seconds to process what he had said. i laughed awkwardly and licked my lips. "you went from downcast to flirty really fast."

jude turned my face to him again. i looked at him confused. "i'm starting to think you're drunk." he threw his head back laughing. "but seriously..." he ran his hand over the back of his neck before continuing. "seriously what?" i asked. "do you think you and i wouldn't work as a couple?" i was speechless. jude bellingham is out of his mind. 

"are you kidding me?" i laughed nervously "what? you don't think so? if you knew how much i think about you every day you wouldn't say that." jude was serious. i was sure of it after analyzing his body posture. i can't believe what i'm hearing. "of course you think, we are bests." i said and then turned my head to the other side.  

jude put his hands on his face and then shook his head "you know i don't think of you as just a friend." my heart could jump out of my chest at any moment "i know?" i scoffed. jude turned my head towards him once more, his hand promptly brushing a strand of hair that was falling over my face behind my ear.

i could hear his breathing getting louder as he got closer. his mouth was just inches from mine. i want them to stick together.

"was that what was eating at your mind?" i questioned. bellingham's eyes flickered between my mouth and my eyes "maybe." he replied.

"my mom is looking for you, she wants everyone in the room now." james appeared in the backyard, making bellingham and I jump back. "okay, we'll go." i stood up first and saw james looking at me with an arched eyebrow, but he laughed and continued toward the house. "think about what i told you, please." jude held my hand, he was still sitting down. "if you knew everything that goes on in my head, you wouldn't say that." he stood up and again we were close enough to hear each other's heartbeats "and you hid this from me?" he questioned before giving me a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "we'll work, i promise." he continued.

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Righteous or Wrong?

Anaya

Waking up from the comfort of the guest bed, I rubbed my tired eyes with a long awaited yawn before stretching. Feeling over and coming up empty, I frowned and rolled my eyes at the realization of where I was and why. Shaking my head, I leaned up with irritation before going to see if my baby girl was awake. Being that Maya is a daddy's girl at heart, I agreed to let her stay in our bedroom while I took the guest bed for some peace of mind. Walking up to the door, I knocked quietly before looking inside in confusion as I saw the empty room. Hearing her cute murmurs, I slowly descended the stairs before peering around to see her smiling and clapping as he fed her.

Feeling the tug at my heart, I wiped the dreadful tears as I watched what was left of my now broken family. Shaking the memories off, I walked back up to the room to complete my morning routine. Putting on something simple but cute for the cold, I walked back down to the kitchen to grab a water and greet Maya. "Good morning, my pretty girl!" I cheesed kissing her cheeks as he stared me down while sipping his coffee. Taking in that she was already dressed, I slowly smiled before facing him. "Y-You did her hair?" "Ugh, yea um, I was gonna take her to the square for pictures with Santa today if that's ok with you?" He asked slowly sipping from his cup. Those beautiful fucking eyes of his! "U-Um yes it's fine. I'd better hurry then so I can make it to the courthouse. Have you seen car keys?" I snapped out of my thoughts looking around. Watching the sadness wash over his eyes as he clenched his jaw, he pulled them out of his pocket before placing them in my hand and walking out the kitchen. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I headed out the house.

Pulling up to the local courthouse, I retrieved my purse before walking in. "Hi, miss, how may I help you today?" "Yes, um, I'd like to file for an order of separation?" "I'm sorry to hear that sweetheart." "Thank you, ma'am." "And you're sure you want to go through with this?" "Positive, preferably now before I change my mind." "Um, no problem, do you have a copy of the marriage certificate? I'll also need your license and a piece of mail to verify your address. Do you also know your spouse's social?" "Yes, ma'am." "Okay. I'm going to have you fill out this paperwork and bring it back to me with those pieces of identification." "Thank you so much." "Any time." Taking a seat, I filled out the multiple sheets of paper before reaching in to retrieve my license. Looking at the wallet photo of our wedding day, I sighed remembering the day we walked into this exact courthouse to file our certificate. We were so in love, so happy, and so ready to explore our new lives, together. Terry had just finished his second tour, and he and I were stuck to each other like glue. Oh how the tables turned.

Rolling my eyes, I shook off my nerves getting up to return the paperwork. "Here you go." "Thank you so much. Let me just glance here to make sure nothing's missing." Watching her scan everything, her eyes shot wide as she looked at me. "Is there something wrong?" "I'm sorry, it says Richmond. Y-You're Terry's wife?" "Um, yes. Oh god, don't tell me he's slept with you too!" "No! N-Not at all. I'm Summer. I met Terry in Shelby Springs dealing with..." "Mike." I nodded understanding. "I moved out here after everything, but I didn't keep in touch. Has he been ok since the settlement?" "Oh he's doing just peachy, I'd say." I spat sarcastically. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't pry." "No, you're fine. I'm just going through a lot right now, hence why I'm here." "Well for what it's worth, I pray you both see happier days." "Thank you, Summer." "No problem, um?" "Anaya." "That's a pretty name." "Thank you." I nodded as she smiled sympathetically.

Placing my files back in my purse, I made my way out to the car. Taking a deep breath, the weight of the world melting off of my shoulders as I cried and cried and cried. You're doing the right thing here, Anaya... I think?

Terry

Placing Maya down for her nap, I closed the door to let her get her rest before stepping into Anaya's room to place her copy of baby girl's Christmas pictures on the side table. Stepping back into the hallway, I shuddered in shame as I made my way downstairs. My marriage is really over and I take all the blame for it. I have no excuses, no recourse, nothing left but my actions and consequences. I don't even fault Anaya in the way she's moving because I'm less than the man she deserves and I know it. I just want her to be happy. That's all I've ever fucking wanted. I owed it to her to do better and I failed miserably.

Hearing my ringing phone, I saw the familiar number calling as my heart rate quickened. "Hello? Summer, you good?" "Terry?" "Yea, it's me, are you in trouble?" "I'm fine. Forgive my language, but just what in the fuck do you have going on, Terry?!" "What do you mean?" "I just met your wife at the courthouse filing for separation? Say it's not true." She asked as my jaw clenched and my fist tightened at my side. "I'm not really up for talking about it, Summer." "Well, what are you gonna do to win her back?" "Nothing. I've hurt her too much with my choices, so I think the best thing for everybody would be for me to disappear." "Disappear? Disappear?! This isn't the Terry I know that came to Shelby and changed my life. What happened to him? Where's the fighter I know you are?!" "I'm done fighting, Summer. It's done, and I can't be selfish towards Anaya's feelings. I've done enough of that. I'll hit you up again." I conceded before ending the call.

Turning down the hall, I bumped into Anaya almost knocking her down before quickly catching her in my grasp. Dropping my hands from her side, I straightened up as we engaged in an intense stare down while she adjusted her clothes and I cleared my throat. Breaking the staring match, I moved out of her path and went into the kitchen grabbing the rental keys before leaving the house. Walking into the threshold of the bar, I scanned the room before finding Eric and smirking. "Ayeeeee, my man!" He boasted as I dapped him up. "Long time no see, E." "You as well! How's life been treating you, man?" He asked causing a deep sigh to leave my lips. "How much time you got?" I asked forcing a deep chuckle to leave his gut.

Finishing the recap of my current life's drama, he shook his head. "Mannnn, it should have been me she got with." He joked as I shook my head and downed the shot of whiskey. "Nah but seriously, how did you let this happen, man? You and Anaya were crazy about each other. Hell, you guys still are despite everything, I know it! How did you slip so low?" He asked as I rubbed my face in deep thought. "I don't know. Shit was going crazy at the time with Mike and the whole Shelby Springs situation. That's no excuse not even in the slightest." I defended holding my hand up. "I think I just- I held onto that shit. I put on a brave face for Anaya because that's what I felt was right. Her mom's cancer had come back and she was already going through so much. I didn't wanna overwhelm her with my shit, so I did what I do best; I ran away from it. I should have sought some professional help, but my pride wouldn't allow it. Not Terrence Richmond. I'm paying that price now and I gotta accept it, Eric." Nodding in understanding, he patted my shoulder as I blew a breath. "Hey, man, it's gonna be ok." "It won't but I'll live." I admitted as he sighed.

Diamonté

Waking up this morning, I stretched and rubbed my growing bump before smiling. My little boopie is growing so beautifully and I couldn't be any more happy. Making my way to the bathroom, I relieved my morning liquids before walking over to the sink. Washing my hands, I looked up and stared at my appearance in the mirror taking a glance at all my flaws. I was pretty of course, but something needed to change. I think I need a change. Figuring it's high time for a Mommy makeover, I got in touch with one of my girlfriends and had her spice up my look a little bit before I went to run some errands.

Coming home from a long day of pampering and spoiling myself, I waltzed in with my shopping bags and grabbed something quick to eat. Munching on my mangos and fruit, I savored the tastes as they danced on my tongue. "I'm home!" Armando announced as I heard his hard boots at the entrance of the house. "In the kitchen, babe!" "Ok, did you get the mail?" "No I forgot. Can you grab it?" "Of course, bebita." He conversed still in the front as he disarmed and put up his weapons. "Baby? What's this letter?" "What letter?" "You spent $450 dollars at the mall?" He said finally meeting me in the kitchen as he read through the bank statement. "Well, you see what had happened was I was getting some stuff for the baby and well you see, I-I."

Finally looking up to meet my gaze, his expression shifted. "What? What's wrong, baby?" I asked turning to glance around as he sat the letters down and stalked closer to me. "What's this?" "What's what? Oh, I got some stuff for the kitchen and the nursery. You wanna see?" "Nahhhh, not that. What's this?" He glinted putting to my hair as I fearfully backed into the counter. "I-I-I got a haircut. D-Do you like it?" "Ohhhh, I more than like it, baby." He grinned evilly as he pulled me closer. "Baby, wait!" I giggled as he cast his lips to my neck. "Nahhhh, bring that sexy ass here." He growled lifting me up and storming up to our bedroom.

"Daddy, oh shit!" I panted as he licked and sucked on my neck continuing to pound with my center. "You look so fucking good, mamita. So pretty with your hair like this. You like how I'm pleasing you, baby?" He husked grinding deeper into my wetness as he held me in place to stare at myself in the mirror. "Yesssss, bae!" "Mmmmm, that's my pretty fucking girl. Your pussy feels so good around my dick, exactly where it belongs. Biting my lip, I held onto him as I shook in his arms trying to fight the pressing feeling of relief. "Look at yourself, mami. Taking this dick like a fucking champion." "Daddyyyyyy!!! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" "Not yet, baby, hold it!" "I can't, baby!" "Mmmm, fuck, just hold it for me, baby." He grunted slowing his pace as I tried holding on. "Baby, please! Please let me- I can't hold it!" "Yes you can." "No, I c- ohhhhh my god!" I cried out as my release squirted out over him and the floor. Feeling the hot and sticky mess running down my thighs, I gasped as he kissed and whispered soothing words down my body. "That felt good, baby?" "Yes!" "I'm glad it did... Cause now we gotta start over." "W-Wait!" I moaned tiredly as he carried me to the shower. All of this over a haircut?

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[hypernova-writes]

So uh… may we please get some Spy??? Just spoiling his lady??? *Brings out hands like I’m begging on the streets.*

Yes you may! (Decided to make her plus sized because fuck yea!)

Spoiled. (Spy x Reader)

Spy sighed as he waited for 7pm to hit. He was being visited by his ange précieux today. Despite him not wanting her on this base he couldn't fight with her, she was a retired mercenary so she knew the dangers of his job.

After all that's how they met.

He can remember the day like it was yesterday, Spy was undercover for a mission. He was just here to get information for a client until his eyes landed on Her.

She was beautiful, a gem among pebbles in this large sea of people. She wore a red sparkly dress that hugged her curvy figure, her lips were covered in a pretty red lipstick that made her lips look so kissable. Her hair perfectly styled not a hair out of place.

Spy couldn't help himself. He had to know who this woman was.

He marched ahead, weaving through the sea of people until his eyes finally locked with hers, and for once the Frenchman was too stunned to speak. So she did first.

"Hello there, handsome..How can I help you?"

She had him at Hello. Those beautiful (e/c) orbs looked back at him with a playful tease. Her hand came up to grab his as she introduced herself.

"My name is Y/n..and yours?"

From that day forward she had him hooked he spent many nights with her, some under the stars, some at her home and when in a hurry in the back of the car.

He sighed as he snapped back to reality after hearing a knock on his lounge door. Her special little knock. He walked to the door, opening it with a smile.

"Ah..ma petite fleur...i hope the others didn't bother you much."

She smiles as she entered, leaning to kiss him as she entered his lounge. "Of course not, I think your teammates are used to me by now."

Spy places a hand on her lower back as he closes the door back behind them. He removed his mask, tossing it to the side before pulling her into a kiss, his hands landing on her plush waist.

She giggles as her hands snake wrapped around his neck. "Someone's needy today.."

Spy chuckles. "I can't love on my darling?..it is not every day I am blessed with your presence, non?" He kisses her once more, his kisses trailing down from her lips, going for his neck, gently suckling on it.

"..Oh Lawrence..~, mhm..you're teasing me.."

Oh how he loved how his name sounded coming from her lips, he backed up onto the couch, spreading his legs with a smirk. He pats his lap to which she plops down on his lap, where he places his hands on her ass.

"Teasing? Non, Mon amour..just slowly appreciating my darling." He reached behind him on a table, where he hands her a pretty necklace hidden in a box.

"I picked this up while out one day with the others..I thought it would look wonderful on you." Spy watched as she opens the box and gasps lifting the beautiful diamond necklace and holds it up to her chest.

"Oh Lawrence! It's beautiful~!" She exclaimed as she leans forward for him to place it on her. Spy smirks as he places it on, before capturing her chin forcing her to lock eyes on him.

She bites back a moan as he grinds up into her from below. "You know..I think it would look better..if it was the only thing on."

She blushed as she averted those cute (e/c) eyes that Spy loved sp much. She yelped as her lover picked her up, carrying her to his bedroom, attached to his lounge.

He loved Spoiling his little lover, lavishing her in gifts, spending quality time with her...

And making her beautiful body Sing.

"Go ahead and be loud, Mon Amour.. I want them to be jealous of the beautiful woman I get to call mine."

[tinybeetiny]

Just Another Groupie: K.H

SMUT | 18+ | MDNI

Please don’t ask why I love making Hongjoong mean. It makes no sense to me…

->Starring: Rockstar!HongjoongXafab!Reader

->Genre: Smut, some angst

->Cw: Explicit language, unprotected sex, dressing room fuck, shitty Hongjoong

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist | Rock Never Dies Masterlist

Another night, another city, another show, and another random girl he buried himself into. Life as a rockstar was everything Hongjoong ever dreamed of. This night was no different than others "You know what to do... and make sure this one actually looks good up close" Hongjoong shivers at the thoughts of last night. From the stage, the girl looked so fine but when he got to his dressing room... well that was a different story. The staff member nodded before heading out to the crowd as the band finished getting ready.

You stood right in front of the stage, your excitement very evident "Oh my gosh (y/n) I can't believe we got tickets to Ateez!" Your best friend was just as excited as you. "I know right and front row too!" you both were buzzing with anticipation, any minute now the band would come out and be right in front of you. You've heard rumors of the members picking fans to go backstage and tonight you were hoping to be one of them. The screams around you grew louder as the men of the hour poured on stage "Hello everyone! So many pretty faces in the crowd tonight" San screamed into the microphone "Oh my gosh oh my gosh (y/n) Hongjoong is staring right at you" your best friend squeals. You look up and immediately make eye contact with the beloved guitarist. He gives you a little smirk and a wink "Oh he so wants you" she nudges you "Oh please he probably does that to every girl" You roll your eyes at her. The entire show Hongjoong’s gaze kept coming back to you. The way your shirt was cut low enough to show off your cleavage, your tiny little skirt and your thigh high stockings hugging your plush thighs so perfectly. He sent a nod in your direction and the staff members already knew what to do.

As the show came to an end people started to trickle out and just as you were about to leave a man stopped you “Hongjoong would like to invite you backstage” the man said looking straight at you. Your eyes widen, shocked that he chose you “Oh my gosh (y/n)" “wha- are you sure it’s me?” You ask in disbelief “yes ma’am” the man replies monotonously, it’s not the first time he’s heard this “Well I can’t just leave you” "Go go go. I'll be fine" She encouraged you. You follow the man as he guides you through chaotic mess backstage. He opens the door to what had to be Hongjoong’s dressing room "Wait in here." the staff member told you before closing the door. You looked around noticing the space was surprisingly messy although you weren't really sure what you were expecting. The door swings open suddenly and you're face to face the man you've been in love with for 2 years, Kim Hongjoong. He gives you a little smirk "You were the first one I noticed when we came out on stage. Your beauty is very captivating" He's a hell of a sweet talker and you can't help but blush at his words.

He bends you over the makeup table, pulling your skirt up over your ass. You look up to stare at him through the mirror and his dark intense eyes stare back "Fuck I can't wait to see how your sweet ass bounces as I fuck you" You moan at his words, pushing your ass against him feeling his hard cock through his pants. His fingers press into your cloth covered clit causing you to arch your back slightly, a pathetic whine leaving your lips “So reactive” he laughs before freeing himself from his tight leather pants and pushing your panties lazily to the side. He rubs his tip through your folds gathering your slick before pushing it in ever so slightly. A strangled moan leaves your lips when he pushes fully into you. He fucks into you hard, not giving you time to adjust. It’s always been about his pleasure, he’s the one who was out there giving 110% on stage so he should be rewarded right? At least that’s what he thought and nothing was more rewarding to him than good pussy. So far yours was the best, your right walls squeezing him so perfectly and your ass ripples whenever his hips met yours had him fucking relentlessly into your sopping hole.

“Fuck I bet you’ve been dreaming of this haven’t you?” His voice comes out strained from please as he watches you nod dumbly in the mirror. Your fucked out face and the slight drool coming out of your mouth had him tumbling over the edge. He hastily pulls out, ropes of hot cum spurt into your ass and pretty moans escape him.

When he’s done himself over you he reaches over grabbing a few tissues before throwing them on the surface beside you “Go ahead and clean yourself up, someone will be in shortly to walk you out” he says before pulling his pants off completely and pulling on some sweatpants. He walks out without another word leaving you to deal with the mess yourself “Wow. I didn’t even get to cum" You sigh as you whip the sticky cum off. You pull your panties back into place before the door swings open "Come with me, I'll show you to the exit" You follow the security guard ready to tell your best friend about the disappointment you just experienced.

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Howlin' For You Part 2

I love how that rhymes! What can I say I'm a dork!

Ah yes the little ficlet that got away from me. The first part is here. The main story is here.

I actually just love this verse in general. It's just a fun little world to play in.

Tomorrow there will be no WIP Wednesday due to the holiday. But I will be back next week with maybe a new fic for you to request. We'll see how far I get.

Sunday is also the beginning of my hiatus. Every once in awhile, I take a break from posting to relax, spend time with my family and fluff back up my backlog. I'm just not sure who long it's going to take. I said two weeks last time and I was ready to get back at it after a week. But we'll see.

~

Steve thought he looked ridiculous, like he stepped off the covers of some Harlequin romance. All he needed was a busty blonde trying to rip his clothes. Which he honestly didn’t know any. He was too well-bred to tug at his cravat even though he wanted to.

Not that it was too tight. It was impeccably tailored. That was the upside to having friends in every avenue of the supernatural community is that clothes were always made by the best tailors and seamstresses in the world. Saville Row in London wished they had the talent of the elves that made his attire tonight.

His outfit was based on the military attire of the period he was representing tonight. All of his pack were dressed similarly. Even his female alpha wore the white slacks and red coat, though hers was less resplendent then his. Her words, not his. But they cut the dashing pair.

Next to him, Chrissy was wearing a classic ballgown all in black and trimmed with red lace. But only a fool would think either of them weak.

There was no softness in her features. If Steve looked like he walked off the covers of a Harlequin romance, Chrissy looked like she walked off the cover of a gothic horror romance novel. Her eyes were cold and calculating. Though, her cover would absolutely have a pretty young woman in her clutches.

He looked up as Eddie and Wayne were announced and smiled. Now he knew why Robin was insistent on their looks. Now, Eddie and Steve would match. God, he loved his best friend.

Next to him, Chrissy bristled when Eddie’s friends came up to him as soon as he entered. Steve put his hand over hers.

“Now, now,” he murmured. “The silkie, sirens, and gwyllgi don’t owe the vampires any deference and don’t know Eddie and Wayne are supposed to greet you first. And they will. Just wait.”

Chrissy took a deep breath. “You’re right. My apologies. I’m not used to interacting with the supernatural community at large. Vampires tend to be very insular by nature. Comes with the whole needing to drink blood to survive.”

Steve nodded. Werewolves were the same. But that was the reason for this ball in the first place. To foster those connections with the supernatural beings they went to school with, worked with, lived along side of.

After the showdown that left the coven in tatters and the werewolf pack in chaos, both Chrissy and he thought this would be a good idea to have an occasion to celebrate the community that came together to rid this town of evil.

Halloween and New Year’s Eve had been floated around, but Steve thought the best night to have it would be the winter solstice. It wouldn’t be on the same day of the year and full moon excluded, it held a great significance for many members of the supernatural beings that made up their small town.

And so the Yuletide Ball was born.

It was going great so far. Well, mostly. There was that one incident...but no one was hurt and everything was fine. It was!

~

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off Steve and Chrissy. They exuded power in a way that drove him wild. Wayne had that from years of experience, but these two were born to it. Eddie was so glad one was his best friend and the other was his boyfriend.

He was about to go over to them to greet them like he was supposed to, when Gareth and Brian came up to him with their dates. Barb looked stunning in a dress that looked like waves out on the water in various shades of green, while Brian was in a tux and feathered short cape. Gareth wore traditional hunter’s garb with a black fur cloak. His date was another gwyllgi from his pack, a young man named Darren, who was blushing next to Gareth.

“Hey!” Eddie said with a big grin. “You all look great!”

They chatted for a moment before Eddie finally made his way to the center of this and every universe, Steve.

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted with a kiss and then bowed to Chrissy. “Your Dominus.”

“Eddie,” Chrissy said as they kissed cheeks. “I’m so nervous right now. A fight almost broke out between Jonathan Byers and Darren Driscoll.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What happened?”

“Apparently werewolf greeting and gwyllgi greeting are two separate things,” Steve said with a wince. “Only no one was told, so when Darren wouldn’t bare the back of his neck as per werewolf greeting, Jonathan got his hackles up thinking Darren was trying to slight him.”

Eddie blinked at them for a moment. “Oh shit. Yeah, gwyllgi only scent each other if they hadn’t been introduced first.”

“Yup,” Steve said pursing his lips and rocking back on his heels. “Thankfully Gareth dashed between them and explained things before either of them transformed.”

“Thank god for Gareth’s quick thinking, then,” Wayne said, coming up behind Eddie. “We should get Nancy to interview and catelogue all the different set of manners from everyone to avoid that next year.”

Steve smiled. His former female alpha had found herself at loose ends after Robin replaced her and this would help with that. “I think she’d like that a lot.”

Wayne bowed his head to Chrissy. “Your Dominus.”

“Your suggestion is elegant,” Chrissy said in lieu of a greeting. “Would you wish to inform her of it?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Wayne said with a smile. “I’ll go to see to it now.” He bowed his head again and then was gone.

“My apologies, Eddie dear,” Chrissy said, “but I don’t know how Billy tolerated your in his territory for as long as he did. That man is simply too powerful.”

Eddie smirked. “Because it’s not Billy who did the toleratin’, and by extension you. He tolerates you in his territory. He’s been here since the town was seventy settlers, nine vampires, and sixteen werewolves. And I think it’s best you remember that fact.”

Chrissy opened her mouth to protest but found that she couldn’t. She stared at Eddie in shock and then bowed her head.

“Whoever sired your uncle must have been powerful indeed,” she murmured.

Eddie licked his lips slowly and the look on his face sent a shiver down Steve’s spine. Eddie, of course new who his grandsire was. But whoever it was, the young, newly turned vampire wasn’t saying.

Eddie bowed and then turned to Steve. “May I have this dance?”

Steve nodded and let him take him by the hand to lead him out to the dance floor. Unlike the vampires here, he didn’t need to afford Chrissy any deference as he was her equal. They glided together as they moved across the dance floor.

“Is your pack still pressuring you to take a mate?” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear.

“No,” Steve said fondly, “after the events with Murray and Billy they aren’t keen to see me reproduce. Too afraid that I would imprint my forward thinking views on the new pups.”

“Baby,” Eddie said morosely. “That’s not a good thing. They should be respecting you, instead of this backtalk again. Didn’t they learn anything?”

Steve snorted. “I guess not. I thought that having Robin as my female alpha would help, but it someways I think it’s made it worse. The two outsiders running things.” He shook his head ruefully.

“Especially after you had to expel Tommy from the pack as Keeper,” Eddie murmured. “Thankfully no one had the ill sense to take his side, especially since he went willingly. But the fact that a Keeper hated the alpha so much he turned traitor? Yeah, that’s not a good look.”

Steve pressed his cheek to Eddie and breathed, “They don’t like that I’m dancing with you, either. But somehow Lucas and Max are perfectly fine to be pressed cheek to cheek as they glitter like stars on the dance floor.”

“That’s because I was born to ruffle feathers, darlin’,” Eddie said with a sigh. “Or in their case fur. But you’ll have a long and prosperous reign as alpha and they will either change with the times or leave.”

“I wish I could follow through with my threat and make you my mate,” Steve murmured, “werewolf law be damned.”

“Um...” a voice said timidly behind them, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but there’s no law that says your mate has to be a werewolf.”

Eddie and Steve stopped dancing and turned around. Standing there was a spunky blonde girl with actual fucking ringlets.

“Who are you?”

The girl beamed up at him. “Hi! I’m Suzie Bingham! Dustin invited me.”

Eddie and Steve shared a look of surprise. Dustin had been sent to a science and math camp for werewolves the last part of the summer and had come back with a supposed girlfriend. A girlfriend no one thought existed.

Until now.

“Hello,” Steve murmured. “You’re from the Provo pack, correct?”

“You remembered!” Suzie said brightly. “But about the whole mate needed to be another werewolf is bull crap.”

“And how do you figure that?” Eddie asked eyeing her curiously.

“Mormon werewolves get a bad rap because of the whole polygamy thing,” she said with a wince, “but we’re really good at keeping records.”

Steve rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “And what do your records say?”

She beamed up at him. “That the most famous pack in the Midwest had silkie for a mate in the 1840s.”

“Okay,” he hedged nodding with pursed lips. “But I doubt the silkie was male. The point of the alpha is to breed.”

Suzie wrinkled her face in disgust, pulling her chin down to her chest. “Gross. And I thought our family values were messed up.”

“Listen, Suzie was it?” Eddie asked with a feral smile. She nodded, her sunny attitude never dimming for a moment. “Would you please get to the point? Please!”

“Oh!” she said, eyes wide. “Shoot! Right. So the purpose of an alpha male isn’t to breed with the alpha female or any of the women of the pack to breed more werewolves. The point of the alpha is turn people into werewolves to prevent inbreeding. Which brings me to my point. The point of the alpha’s mate isn’t to bring pups into the world but to stand as his second in command.”

“But isn’t that the point of the female alpha?” Steve said, tilting his head in confusion.

Suzie shook her head. “The point of a female alpha is so that the women of the pack have someone to go about problems inherent in being...well female I guess.”

Eddie and Steve stared at her in shock and then glanced at each other.

“I don’t even know where the notion that the female alpha was supposed to be the second in command came from,” she continued to ramble. “Maybe someone looking at wolf packs would be my guess. But werewolves and wolves aren’t the same thing. Even the wolves we turn into tend to be bigger than any beast found in nature. I’m hoping my dad will let me study them so I can compare the two cultures.”

“And would you be willing to tell everyone that?” Steve asked innocently.

“Oh I already have been,” she said with a grin that belied the cute exterior. “Since I got here yesterday, in fact. But you’ve been so busy planning this wonderful party, that I haven’t gotten the chance to tell you that.”

Steve smiled at her. “And will you be joining us for the full moon celebrations on Monday?”

Suzie batted her big blue eyes up at him and smiled so sweet and innocently. “It would be my honor.”

She curtsied and then was off again, probably back to Dustin. Steve watched her go with growing fondness. He looked over at Eddie who was grinning at him.

“What?”

“Are you going to adopt every teenager you meet or just the werewolf ones?” Eddie asked sweetly, leaning into his space.

Steve’s jaw dropped and he nudged him out of his space with his elbow. “Excuse you! Mr. I-Must-Adopt-Every-Lost-Sheep-in-High-School!”

Eddie batted his eyelashes. “Darlin’ I don’t believe I implied that I wouldn’t co-parent with you, I was just wondering how big our brood was going to get is all.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. It was Eddie’s favorite laugh. Eyes screwed up tight, mouth open and wide, his shoulders shaking with genuine mirth.

“Not all of them,” he said when he could catch his breath. “Just that one. Because she’s right, vampires tend to be insular because they have to be, but werewolves shouldn’t be. By their very nature they have to be social.”

Eddie nodded, his lips pressed in a firm line. “And thanks to the former pack going to crazy with the whole killing humans and all and the aftermath of that, for the last fifteen years the former Harrington, now Roane pack have been isolated from other packs.”

“Thanks to Murray,” Steve said rubbing his chin. “But how to convince them that everything they know was fed to them by fucking Wormtongue.”

Eddie kissed him firmly on the lips in the most searing kiss.

“Wow,” Steve said blinking in shock. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“You talked nerdy to me,” Eddie growled. “You said Wormtongue and you got it right. That was so hot.”

Steve blushed.

Eddie tapped Steve’s forehead. “But enough about the pack and all that bullshit. I shouldn’t have brought it up, we’re here to party and not play politics.”

And then as if the musicians Chrissy hired had heard him, the music changed from a minuet to something more upbeat.

Suddenly the floor was flooded with people and they were dancing. Eddie twirled Steve around and Steve laughed as he gracelessly stumbled around in a circle. Even Chrissy and Wayne were out on the floor cutting loose. They made for an odd couple, but they were clearly having fun.

Then Steve spotted him. He was hiding in a corner, sipping on mulled wine and trying to look inconspicuous. Which probably would have worked on every other member of the party, but not Steve.

He whispered in Eddie’s ear that he’d be right back. He beelined it straight for the pillar he was hiding behind.

“Dr. Sam Owens,” he said smoothly, “I was starting to wonder if my invitation had gone awry.”

Sam choked on his wine and started coughing. Steve slapped him on the back until he got his breath back. He looked up at Steve with watery eyes and a half-hearted attempt at a glare.

“I forgot my magic doesn’t work on you.”

Steve chuckled. “Being a Van Helsing really does have its perks. Now why are you hiding here instead of dancing with Wayne instead of Chrissy?”

“I’m not immortal like he is,” Sam muttered, “and if he tried to turn me it would kill us both.”

“Ah.”

Because yeah, Steve got it. As werewolf, he would live a couple hundred years, but Eddie? Eddie would live forever unless someone killed him or he took his own life.

“And quitting the VHS won’t help?”

“No,” Sam said, his glare more effective this time now that he was no longer choking on his wine. “Because if we lost our protections when we left, that would leave us vulnerable to attacks from people who didn’t like us sticking our noses in their business.”

Steve barked out a laugh. “Fair enough. But from one hopeless romantic to another, it doesn’t matter how long you have, share it with him. After all nothing is promised.”

Sam nodded.

Steve gave his shoulder a squeeze. “And maybe make a grand entrance, yeah?”

Sam barked out a surprised laugh. “Yeah okay.”

Steve went back to dancing with Eddie, promising him to tell him later what all that was about. They laughed, danced, ate, and drank their way through the night until about halfway through when Sam suddenly appeared at the top of the grand staircase, resplendent in silver and blue. A perfect complement to Wayne’s outfit.

Eddie pointed up at the stairs to Wayne, whose smile took over his face. He walked over to the stairs and reached the base just as Sam did.

“Sam...” Wayne breathed. “You’re here.”

“For you,” Sam murmured, leaning over and kissing Wayne’s knuckles. “May I have this dance?”

And the music changed again to something softer, more tender and dear.

“I’d be honored.”

Steve took Eddie into his arms and sighed happily. “I think this is going to be the best Christmas I’ve had in my life.”

“Yeah baby, how’s that?” Eddie murmured, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

“Suzie will help straighten out the pack so I can be with you,” he said softly, “Sam and Wayne are back together. Nancy will be writing that supernatural manners book. And the other members of the supernatural community in Hawkins no longer feel like second class to the werewolves and vampires. Really what more could I ask for?”

“That does sound like an amazing Christmas present, baby,” Eddie purred. “Happy Yuletide and Merry Christmas, Stevie.”

“Merry, Christmas, Eds.”

~

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[vhswolf]

Three | Reader X Carlos Sainz X Rebecca Donaldson

really short, I just needed to deal with this idea before I combust, but it was made with love ❤️

Warnings: online bs, haters

Face claim: Anne-Marie

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Imrebeccad Weekend with mine truly 🩷

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Carlossainz55 Guapas!! Liked by the author ❤️

Ynishere The 😝 duo is here!

User2 The way she puts her bestie first is iconic

User6 bros before hoes!!!!!!

User9 can we talk about how y/n looks like Rebecca and Carlos emo daughter?

→ ynishere @/carlossainz55 @/imrebeccad they're calling you both old!

→ user9 I'M NOT

→ carlossainz55 @/ynishere you're too young!

→ ynishere I'M 5 YEARS YOUNGER THAN YOU THAT'S NOT MUCH

User14 Carlos comment tho 😐

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Ynishere Pretty women only 🙏🏼

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Imrebeccad I love you, pretty! ❤️

→ ynishere love you too, bella! 🩷

Carlossainz55 Hermosas de mi corazón Liked by the author & imrebeccad

User8 if I was Rebecca I would be screaming and crying with Carlos comments on yn's posts, like what does he mean BEAUTIFUL OF MY HEART? No please kill me already

User3 literally a family

User22 the only place yn is not giving emo is the beach

→ ynishere Forgive me father for I have sin 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Landonorris Carlos in the back thinking about how he managed to the girl

→ ynishere I also got the girl!

→ landonorris and the boy

Carlossainz55

Carlossainz55 Great company ❤️

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User44 nuh uh! This is weird as shit! If Carlos is not cheating, he definitely wants to!

imrebeccad My favourite company, my two favourite persons in the entire world!

User66 everyone is dressed so nice and yn is in a hoodie... How did Carlos choose to cheat on Rebecca WITH HER?

Ynishere Maybe I do look like the weird daughter...

→ imrebeccad don't fuel the daughter allegations!

→ carlossainz55 I'm not old enough to be your father, please, stop

→ ynishere you two are boring...

User56 ok Rebecca, love, she WANTS YOUR MAN!

Landonorris Lucky man

User86 100% not emo anymore

Imrebeccad posted a stories

ynishere

Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boys

Ynishere Carlos real reaction to the first pic, like 100% real! No clickbait ❌

(got tired of high heels never again)

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User76 I don't know who's more of a whore around here

User49 Since when this became a whore house?!

Imrebeccad Nice job with the censoring!

→ ynishere thank you!

User98 So Rebecca is the whore, but Carlos what in...

User44 the girl befriended Rebecca just to try to end her relationship SUCH A BITCH

carlossainz55 caught in 4K as you might say

→ ynishere glad you know

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Carlossainz55 and imrebeccad

Carlossainz55 I wasn't supposed to post this, so I'll deal with the consequences of this later, but I have something to tell you guys. I've been seen so many shitty comments on yn's posts, calling her all sort of names that doesn't describe her in the least! She is the most caring, loving, funny, energetic, talkative person I ever met. Everything Rebecca and I can say are good things, and see people that don't know her at all talking shit gives me a headache. Yn say she doesn't care because it is not true, but I now she cares. I came here to straight things up, I'm not cheating on anyone, Rebecca neither, we're just three people that love eachother, and will keep loving eachother till death, you liking it or not. Please me respectful with the two girls that I love, they don't deserve all this bullshit.

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Ynishere I'm too punk rock, I can't cry!

→ imrebeccad she is in fact crying

Ynishere I love you two so much!!!

User4 oh

User66 didn't expected this one

Landonorris Is the Spanish accent isn't it?

→ ynishere yes

→ imrebeccad it helps

Charlesleclerc FINALLY JESUS CHRIST

Scuderiaferarri PR will contact you soon they're currently crying and shipping the new throuple (can't blame them) and @/Williamsracing good luck next year

→ Williamsracing We're READY! Blue will suit you well @/ynishere

→ ynishere @/Williamsracing I love you already 💙

Imrebeccad my two true loves ❤️

Danielricciardo ok, why all the juicy stuff happens after I got out?

[mynameismckenziemae]

Hey hey merry Christmas MM!!!! I’m so glad your husband is doing better and I wish y’all the very best Christmas!

No pressure to write as it is Christmas Eve and I’m sure you have your hands full with you kiddo but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing what the holidays would be like with Jake and Bradley with a newborn?

Oh they’d be so so sweet 🥹

It’s early afternoon but the sun is already starting to set when you rouse from your slumber.

“Look at her yawn,” Jake whispers, “did you get it?”

“Yeah I got it,” Bradley smiles at your sweet newborn, dressed in her Christmas jammies and placed under the tree like a present; his thumb rapidly capturing the moment on his phone, “God, she’s beautiful. Just like her mama.”

“And her daddy,” Jake adds, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“We don’t know who-“ Bradley starts but Jake cuts him off with a kiss on the lips this time.

“She’s got your dark brown curls, Roo,” Jake says, eyes shiny with tears when he pulls away, “and I love it. Yeah, I love you both so much, but the love I feel for her is different.”

Before you even realize you’re crying, a sob leaves you.

“I’m sorry,” you explain wetly when both of their heads whip your way, “my hormones are a mess and that was just so beautiful.”

They both sag in relief before a different cry fills the living room just then, signaling someone’s hungry.

“Here pretty girl,” Bradley coos, picking her up, “let’s get you to mama to eat.”

[maumausie]

Fem!Bell AU crumbs

Since I am apparently physically incapable of writing full length stories, here's a little scene from my forced fem!Bell AU. (but I am almost done with the first chapter, thanks to @thehornierdog's threats encouragement. this scene is also kinda out of date because ive been editing it lol

TW: forced feminization, allusions to brainwashing, s/a.

thank you to the lovely cold war truthers discord for feeding my brainworms (esp @fleshqounds for the idea about Adler essentially making Bell a do-over of his failed marriage it has not left my brain since).

“I set out some clothes for you,” Adler gestured to the bed, where a yellow dress was folded neatly. 

It seemed at least somewhat modern–no sleeves and with buttons all down the front. There were two pockets sewn to above both sides of the bodice. She couldn’t tell how long it was, but it didn’t seem terribly short. A thick brown leather belt sat atop it, coiled around the perimeter like a snake.

“Oh,” Bell replied after several minutes of silence. She didn’t move.

“What?”

“It’s just,” she shifted uncomfortably, “don’t you have any pants?”

“Why would you want pants? You’re a woman.”

Some muffled part of her psyche raged at the comment, but Bell just took a breath. “Park wears pants,” she pointed out.

Adler’s expression didn’t change. He explained as if he were talking to a child, “Park is a highly trained operative with years of experience.”

“And I’m not?”

Adler frowned, reaching forward with those warm, scarred hands of his to brush some hair out of her face. She wrangled away the illogical urge to flinch. He seemed to see it anyway. “Are you feeling okay?”

“What?”

“It’s just some fabric, you know. And you’ve never fought so hard about your clothes before.” If she didn’t know better, she’d say that Adler almost looked smug as he dangled the carrot of before in front of her face.

Bell squinted, tugging at haggard strands of memory, but they dissipated the moment she tried to focus on one of them.

 it seemed absurd that she’d not put up a fight about having to wear girl-clothes before. But their memory was blank, and Adler looked so genuine.

Her shoulders dropped, and Adler straightened up, smiling. They both knew he’d won.

“Come on then, I wanna see how it fits.”

“Um…”

“What now, Bell?” He looked annoyed in that fond sort of way. Like all of her protesting was nothing more than some childish tantrum. “Is it because the door’s open?”

Bell cleared her throat. “Isn’t it inappropriate for you to just… watch me change?”

“Oh, don’t be like that. We hardly had the privacy to shit in ‘Nam. Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before.” Adler rolled his eyes, and made a show of turning around to stare at the wall. “There. Is that better, princess?”

“Yes,” Bell said as the stab of guilt choked up her throat.

“Good. Get to it then.”

She complied, and did not point out the mirror on the very wall that he was staring at as she slipped the dirty fatigues off of her hips and let them fall to the floor.

—

“There,” he straightened her collar, hands lingering on Bell’s neck. She suppressed a shiver. “I have pretty good fashion taste, hm?”

This, at least, was more familiar territory. “I don’t know about good. Passable, more like.”

He tutted, “You’re so mean to me. Not very ladylike of you.” 

A b̴̺̖̘̟̠͓̈́ȩ̷̨̹̻̤̻͓͔̱͆̔͛̕l̴͇̲̥̹͎̃͗͌͒͂̄̇͠ḷ̷̨̢̫̠͚̺̊̒͠ echoed in the distance, and a cold sweat began to cling to her hands. Adler dusted off her dress, and casually slipped a box of cigarettes into one of the breast pockets.

“So I have an excuse to talk to you,” he explained as he winked. 

She thought that she felt him squeeze her chest, too, but it was hard to feel properly through the padding, and he was already stepping away before she could call him on it.

“Let’s get you to work then, Sandy.”

“Bell,” she interrupted. “My name is Bell. You know that.”

Adler hummed absently and continued to guide her out into the main part of the safehouse as if she’d never even spoken. She deflated, but didn't bother to pick a fight about it. She'd come to expect it from him, at this point.

[starlightandfairies]

Okay, first of all, sorry for my bad English, but could you maybe write a story with Kalus where you are all together (his siblings and Elena, Damon, Stefan etc.) in a room and spend time together, or rather solve another problem. Klaus notices how absent you are and how quiet you are the whole time. And later you disappear to a quiet place where you can be alone but then he shows up? The story need to be sweet😪

Description: gets overwhelmed and needs some time to relax

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it!

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view, f/ice/c

Word Count: 1,013

First Person's pov

Everyone was here. Bonnie, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Stefan, Elijah, Rebekah, Caroline and Niklaus. My house was normally the meeting place, today was no different. I couldn't tell you what the issue was this time, I've been out of it for the past week. It's been hard, at the start of the week, I nearly got badly hurt while the next big-bad came along and after Stefan saved my butt, I got reprimanded by him for being so reckless and stupid. 

 I hated being yelled at or being near someone being yelled at. Ever since I was little, I've hated loud noises, so that incident at the start of the week just became a series of things building on top of each other. It was late, I was already overwhelmed and overstimulated, everyone was shouting at each other, demanding they be heard and that they were right. 

"Dammit Damon! You cannot just expect us all to run around your agenda!" 

"What else can we do?" Damon roared, I stared at my hands in my lap, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I could feel Niklaus' eyes on me, they have been for the last little while, I have no clue what he was thinking or what he wanted but having him look at me, analysing me and my every move. 

"Love, are you alright?" Niklaus softly murmured, I simply hummed in response, not meeting his eye or the disapproving hum that came from his lips. Everyone kept yelling, hitting my furniture in frustration, I could feel the tears bubbling and the prickling in my throat, If I didn't get away now then I'd breakdown in front of everyone. 

While everyone was gathering around the table, writing out a plan for stopping this big bad, I slipped away and sat in my bedroom. I let out a shaky breath, letting the tears slip from my eyes and sobbed into my hands. I curled into my mattress, clutching my teddy bear to my chest and hoping all the chatter in my brain would fade away. 

"So, this is the great Y/n L/n's bedroom." I sat up, rubbing my eyes, watching as Niklaus sat on the edge of my bed and turned to face me. I took a deep breath, pushing myself up and rested my teddy bear in my lap, watching him as he gazed around my room before his eyes landing me again. 

"I am going to ask again... love. Are you alright?" His voice was smooth, gentle and even caring. On any normal day I could listen to him talk for hours on end, he had such a pretty voice. 

"No... no, I'm not alright." 

"Tell me what's wrong, love." It was a gentle demand, something I wouldn't fight against. 

"I've just been feeling very overwhelmed and overstimulated. Got too much." Niklaus simply nodded, took my hand into his and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles. Niklaus hummed, his face scrunching up in thought before it relaxed and his eyes gazed upon me soothingly. 

"I will kick them out from your home. They can take this to the Salvatore manor." 

"Thank you." He nodded and looked at my teddy bear. 

"What is this lovely thing's name?" I was grateful for the distraction, clutching to the arms of the bear a little tighter and smiled. 

"Her name is Pebbles. I got her when I was a baby. I know it's silly... not being a kid anymore and having a teddy bear still." Niklaus shrugged, seemingly not bothered by this. 

"Does it bring you comfort?" I nodded. 

"Then why should it matter?" 

"I suppose you are right, Niklaus." He chuckled once I said his name, I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my own smile at bay from his sweet laughter. 

"You always call me Niklaus. I don't think I have ever heard you call me Klaus."

"I like calling you Niklaus. It sounds nice, it just rolls off the tongue." He chuckled nodding, turning his body to face me better. I took another breath, finding the uneasy feeling fading away the longer I sat in Niklaus' presence. It was quiet up here, I could just here the others and every time I would react to the group becoming more vocal, Niklaus would bring my attention back to him by asking about something in my room. 

My cat walked into the room, jumping onto Niklaus' lap, curling into him and hitting his hands with her paw to get him to pet her. 

"She's a sweet thing, I'm sorry, I'll call her off." 

"It's okay, I do not mind, your cat and you are quite welcome to my lovely presence and comfort whenever." I chuckled at the light sound of arrogance in his voice. He continued petting my cat for a little while until she jumped off and he took that as his moment to stand up and held out his hand. 

"Y/n, I think you need some time away from these headaches. Do you trust me?" I nodded, I really did, not once had Niklaus used me for his gain, he hadn't betrayed my trust once and I don't believe he ever would. 

"Yeah, okay." He picked me up, then sped out my window. Niklaus took me to a look-out in a couple towns over, it overlooked the water and no one else was nearby. The water brushed up against the rocks, soothing and peaceful. Within a blink he disappeared and within another he had a cup full of f/ice/c. 

"Thank you. Y-you didn't need to do this."  "You are feeling down, a sweet treat can always help. As I am told." I took small spoonfuls of the ice cream and started swaying to the gentleness of the violin. 

"You know my favourite ice cream, my favourite instrument and my favourite song. How?"  

"I have my ways, love." He whispers, letting me bask in the peace of the music. 

[taojjang]

𐙚 christmas morning with riize .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day twenty-five: the finale! pairing: bf!riize x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: SO MUCH LOVE </33

synopsis: how riize would make your christmas feel extra special!

a/n: merry christmas my briize friends! i hope all of you guys had an amazing christmas! the advent calendar is coming to a close, so i wanted to show my appreciation for everyone who showed support! i had so much fun writing these holiday fics and i'm glad so many of you enjoyed them <3 i still have five (and maybe a bonus winkwink) fics that i'll be posting to make up for my mini hiatus, so this will not be the last. again. thank you so much ! 🧡

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✩ shotaro ⸝⸝

shotaro is the sweetest boy in the world, so of course christmas morning would be like a dream come true! the night prior, taro snuggled up with you and stroked your hair until you fell asleep. but the second he heard your light snores, he cautiously snuck off to the living room and began his christmas magic. he grabs a huge bag of gifts he's hidden in the basement and begins wrapping all of them by the christmas tree, ensuring not to exceed the squeak of a mouse.

the next morning, you shake taro awake and press frantic kisses on his face, desperate to open the gifts you've been waiting weeks for. but once the two of you reach the living room, your excitement melts into a puddle of pure astonishment and adoration for your sweet bf :(

"surprise! merry christmas, honey!"

✩ eunseok ⸝⸝

eunseok can't help but smile every time you go on and on about how excited you are for christmas. he loves seeing that silly little grin every time he brings up the holidays so much to the point where he mentions christmas almost every few hours. your jittery anticipation is just so cute <3

but that does not mean he's nice! even though you woke up so much earlier than usual and begged him to get up and open gifts, he would shake his head and say you're not allowed to open gifts until you eat :( so he cooks this luxurious and well-balanced breakfast so good you forget all about being upset! he buys you tons and tons of clothing and jewelry so you can always think of him when you wear the pretty clothes he picked out for you <3

"you would look so pretty in this dress, darling."

✩ sungchan ⸝⸝

no matter the time of year, sungchan is always spoiling the hell out of you. you tell him about a pretty necklace you want and its at your doorstep within days. he never lets his pretty princess miss out on all the fancy things she deserves. so of course he goes all out for christmas!

when you send him your christmas wishlist, he makes sure to buy every. single. item. there is nothing he wouldn't buy you. even if you wish for a unicorn and a gun he WILL get that horse armed with the meanest glock you've ever seen. the only issue is... he's a bit of a procrastinator. after you open all of your gifts on christmas, he'll keep his head low and giggle in shame, admitting he ordered your gifts a bit late and they won't be here until mid january. but you can't even be mad at him because that silly bf of yours is the best gift you could ever ask for :(

"i'm sorry princess... i swear i got everything on your list!"

✩ wonbin ⸝⸝

wonbin being the sweet little perfectionist he is, he'll be up all night worrying if you'll like your gifts or not :( he's lying beside you, biting his nails and fretting if he got everything on your wishlist while you're out cold. but the next morning, you couldn't understand what he was worried about.

everything was like a dream. all of your gifts were wrapped in the fanciest shiny wrapping paper and even decorated with pretty silk ribbons on each box. he even put together multiple gift baskets for you, filled with all of your favorite snacks and even cute photos of the both of you :( how could he ever doubt himself when he's the best boyfriend in the world?

"did i get everything you wanted, baby? if there's anything i missed, just let me know."

✩ seunghan ⸝⸝

seunghan just can't contain his excitement! he wakes you up a little earlier than planned with dozens of kisses peppered all over your face because he's just so eager to give you your gifts :( you're a bit cranky from being woken up an hour earlier than necessary but once you begin opening his gifts, you forget every complaint you've ever had.

all of his gifts would be packed with so much love and consideration. everything was wrapped in your favorite color and even had small cards inside every single box. every gift would have a little note attached to it, telling you the silly stories of the troubles he's endured to get you that gift. some gifts would even have cute blurbs about how cute you'd look using the gift :(

"i'm sorry for waking you up early, angel... i hope these make up for it!"

✩ sohee ⸝⸝

this little sohee guy is silly alright. no matter the occasion, sohee is always gonna find a way to make you either laugh until your stomach hurts or massage your temples in frustration. he loves messing with you, so of course he had to buy an elf on the shelf this christmas. every day since december first, that elf has been nothing but a menace. some mornings he'd kindly leave a bunch of hershey kisses on the kitchen counter for you, yet other mornings he'd trash your entire room with toilet paper and call it a snowstorm.

if you didn't have a headache already, there was no way the elf would leave you alone on christmas. on christmas morning, sohee would wake you up with this silly grin on his face telling you to get ready quickly so he can show you your "gifts." but of course the frickin elf made a huge igloo out of the gift boxes, leaving it in the center of the living room and sitting on top of it with that smug smirk on his face. you couldn't lie, it was quite impressive.

"WOAH!!! HE GIFTED YOU A NEW HOUSE!!!"

(ps. you saw him on the doggy monitor getting up at 4am to make the gift igloo, but you couldn't get enough of his proud little smile so you kept quiet!)

✩ anton ⸝⸝

your baby anton is so stupidly in love with you :( he'd spend months in advance searching for the perfect gifts for you, buying everything you mention wanting. you knew about this after seeing a note on his phone with all of the items you've spoken about, but you didn't expect this christmas to be even more exciting than you'd concluded.

he would be super duper excited to give you the gifts he prepared because they're just so heartwarming </3 anton would handcraft those mementos of his favorite photos of you and your favorite flowers. everything would even be wrapped in your favorite color with silly little stickers all over them :( anton never misses even the smallest details about you. he does all of this for you but even if you got him just a simple hoodie, he'd probably tear up (yes he's a loser for you).

"you deserve even more than this, my love."

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[lightlycareless]

Merry Christmas y'all!! I hope you had a wonderful time with your loved ones ❤️

I didn't get to enjoy this holiday that much because of... women issues. iykyk But still, I got to finish this and play some games so it wasn't all that bad :)

There's another piece that I also intend to upload soon, probably tomorrow lol but the bottom line is we getting two Christmas specials :> which I hope you enjoy!!

warnings: none. fluff. you and naoya are married and naomi already exists, however, it's not entirely centric on them. Mai and Maki's mom is the protagonist here :')

Happy reading!

“If you go through with that change, you’ll be over the budget.”

Junko doesn’t know why she even bothers warning you so when it always ends up the same way: you go over your pre-approved spending limit, the elders question you about it, Naoya covers for it—or more like demands them to back off and pays for the difference.

In fact, he seemed to encourage it too, given how he never reproached you about it and even admired your ill choices—certainly unbefitting of your responsibilities as the future Lady of the House.

More so since there’s a new motivator behind your actions this time around.

“But it’s going to look so pretty, right?”

If she already thought the enthusiasm you had for your first Christmas at the Zen’in estate was too much, preparing everything for your daughter’s first celebration was beyond her expectations.

“It’s Naomi’s first Christmas, surely you must understand why I need to make this extra special for her.”

No. she doesn’t. She didn’t even do it for her own daughters, did you really expect her to suddenly grow empathetic to your cause?

The best thing you could do for everyone was stop, at least then she wouldn’t have to deal with complaints about the bad job she’s supposedly doing by guiding you through your new responsibilities.

But you’d become stubborn, just like your husband, marking this as the newest bane of her existence for all eternity to come.

“Hurry, Naoya! We’re just waiting for you! I already have everything set up so let’s go!” you urged whilst holding Naomi with one arm, pulling Naoya onto the main garden with the other—and he laughs alongside you while doing so, after days of endless teases, how could he not be thrilled by your surprise too?

“Careful, my love. I’m not confident our dumpling enjoys being jolted like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You lament, immediately glancing down at your precious baby —just short of a year old— dressed up in a cozy polar bear fleece onesie that made her look even cuter. Alongside her big, round, golden eyes that told you there was nothing to worry about, for she was equally excited to see what you had in store for her. “My adorable princess, are you ready for your first Christmas?”

The baby gurgles, giving the two the most adorable sound capable of curing all ailments in the world, if possible.

“It’s our first Christmas as a family too.” Naoya notes, and your heart flutters at the thought.

“It is.” You respond, looking up to him with pure adoration—unconditional love. As well as partial disbelief, like you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that one of your biggest dreams had come true.

A family.

Composed of a baby girl who couldn’t be any more perfect, a beautiful, sweet little thing that wholly compasses your love for Naoya.

And a husband, loyal, dedicated, protective—who wants nothing but your well-being, and of course, your love. Which he has more than enough to return.

You didn’t care for what Naoya had gotten you this year, not even dared to wonder, because the best gift you could’ve obtained was already in your arms.

“You’re making me cry, Naoya, that’s not fair!” You pout, he chuckles.

“Then don’t, just think about how happy Naomi is going to be when you reveal her surprise.”

Alongside the gathering crowd composed of Mai and Maki, whom you promptly invited the moment this idea crossed your mind, eagerly tugging at their mother’s sleeve as they wished to keep up with you.

“Come on, mom! We’re going to miss it!” Maki insisted. “I want to be there when it happens!”

“You two should be in bed by now!” Junko scolds, gently fighting back against their daughters, but ultimately failing against their unparalleled enthusiasm.

“We’ll go to bed as soon as we see it, we promise!” Mai quickly arranges. “Please, mom? I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

At her unwanted impotency, Junko naturally stretches to find a culprit behind their erratic behavior and make them responsible!

Or more like she wants to directly confront you for being their obvious prime instigator and demand you to stop filling their minds with senseless ideas, less you desired to suffer the consequences!

But of course, it all takes her back to the initial point. There is no use in her frustrations if by the end of the day she’ll just get the same result: you’ll promise to be more careful with your actions, ask the twins to be more obedient towards her… and let your enthusiasm get the best of you once more, completely disregarding the Zen’in’s inner workings.

So instead of wasting her time, she simply makes them promise to go to bed soon after you do whatever it is that you have planned and move on; arriving just a few seconds after you and taking their respective positions, the best seats as you’d put it.

And once ready yourself, you’d look over to your staff, signaling them to begin.

A wide smile on your face as the results of all your careful planning comes to life, bright colored lights decorating the garden, from the flowers to the trees, in all its festive glory—in such hypnotizing manner that those present could only gasp in awe at its beauty.

But if that wasn’t enough, you also made sure to pace everything correctly; a combination of dazzling entertainment that proved to be a complete success given the way your enthralled daughter bubbled whenever her favorite color appeared, or when encouraging her to do so.

“I think our little princess likes it.” Naoya declares, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close.

“I knew she would.” You murmur proudly while resting your head over his shoulder. “And you? Do you like it?”

“I love it, just like everything you do.”

Junko looks away the moment two lean in for a kiss, just in time to avoid any further embarrassments—as if she wasn’t struggling enough with her unruly daughters and your senseless spending.

But even amongst all these inner conflicts, a part of Junko cannot keep her away from looking at your work. The one she previously disregarded as unnecessary, but now, before it’s intricacy… she can’t help but feel calm. Nostalgic even, though this sentiment wasn’t uncommon during these festivities.

Yet, to her it was. Almost intriguing that someone like her, that has never taken interest in commemorating such things in the past, less so after getting married, could feel such a way.

Though one quick glance at her daughters, the beaming, wide-eyed children that were equally enthralled as Naomi in the face of your celebration, would provide the answer. Because just like your child, they too were essentially celebrating their first Christmas together. As a family.

After brief consideration, perhaps finding it unnecessary to cut short this harmless moment, Junko decides to let her guard down and enjoy the rest of the evening. Soon captivated by the following fireworks, courtesy of the nearby village, which she was never aware could be seen from there.

Not that it mattered to ponder about such a possibility now, not when she allowed her mind to diverge instead into a universe where enjoyable moments like these were an everyday norm—and not an example of defiance.

ugh I needed to give them the spotlight :') idk why it just came to me; but omg hahaha I'm sorry if y'all were expecting something a bit lighthearted but I promise the other oneshot I'm working on is 🙈 just needed to get this one out of my system.

Now, without anything else to add, I hope you have happy holidays!! Thank you so much for your support 🥺❤️ really, I could not be here without you guys.

Take care and hope to see you soon!!!